Mountain Peaks
When you touch me the wind carries my breath to the outter corners of Earth
it floats with wanderlust through ancient villages and enchanted waters
for your spirit is entertwined in my own
our hearts bloom in unison as if we were born from the same seed
I was lost in a deserted wilderness
you made it our magical forest
for some a war's distance may seperate
but our love will reaches mountain peaks
This poem is about:
Me