Two Mountains



Two mountains before me have been put,

 Towards the first I look, 

behind it towers the second so big I shook,

gazing, my time I took, 

towards the first I move, 

but having accelerated I arrive soon. 

I approach the base,

 I stare upwards seeing the mountains face,

it blocks my sight of the one behind

but I don’t mind

The smaller mountains beauty is enough to get me by

and it’s there that I say goodnight.

never knowing the second mountains might.

This poem is about: 
Our world



nice poem. i like the mountain metaphor. it reminds me of the road not taken by Frost. keep writing =)

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