Mountains

Crisp, Crisp said with a lisp
Nostrils flexed
taste to thistle
and pine

Dance, dance solid stance
Apertures exceeded
Dawn's light whistle
and doe

Echo, echo a stone's throw
Ocular abundance
Friendly voices call
and answer

Feel, feel the very real
Epidermal excellence
Shivered moon's breath
over snow

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