The Voice of the Mountains

The morning light
shines a warmth on my bones.
Moist clouds sink till they touch
the mountains’ cheeks
Afar, I see a misty eagle sway
over the river’s edge,
meandering to where eternity begins.

Though I know its just an illusion,
I am happy to be here –

just here.

Music: La Califfa, 1970 (Composer: Ennio Morricone)

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