Three great ountains surround me
One to my left is rounded and green,
it wears a crown of needled trees.
One to my right is sharp and dark,
its geometry looks unforgiving
One in front ot me is tall and reaching.
its white cape dissappears into the open
somehow impenetrable sky.
But behing me is an ocean.
it is far deeper than third mountain is high
it is far more dangerous than the second
it is far more beautiful than the first
and it invites me to sleep
forever in its soft and shifting slopes.
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