Dark blue mountain tops.
Smeared by greens and greys,
And speckled by the sun.
Like the freckles on your skin,
Each one so perfectly placed.
These silhouettes of grandeur.
Engulfed by the clouds,
As they curl and whip.
Like the topping on a sundae,
Or the smoke from burning sage.
Hope painted on the horizon.
A masterpiece by Mother Earth,
She is but a distant aunt to me.
So I search for my Mother's name,
Like visions from a dream.
#Starchild #Visitor #Traveller
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