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The mountain was tall,
Capped with snow
With only stone,
And ferocious winds,
The gifts she gave to her lovers;
Who sought to conquer her heights…..
No pity,
Kindness,
Or love,
Or to be found upon these rocks,
No mercy and compassion unknown.
Yet;
The lovers come,
Climb and many die,
Seeking and struggling
To reach her summit,
That only a few can attain.
We seek the impossible,
That which we cannot have,
Own or possess.
What we own we no longer desire,
Such is our plight.
Once owned we look again,
Desiring for something,
To fill our longing for the ‘Other’.