mist of mountains

if only we could start over
without our mummified history
clawing ‘neath the soil’s moist rough
if only the night could forgive the day
for leaving it cold and lonely
if only the mist of mountains
touching heaven’s breast
weren’t so far away
we could, dear girl
we might

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