The Mountain



Who can find the mountain’s mouth

Since the caving in?

Beneath the green and thorny grown

Are being that have been.

There is none to inform us.


But we can tell the mountain’s broods

(its morbid mood is too enormous)

From the way a ridge protrudes

Out below the crooked peak

From where a shadow plunging,

Hides the face that cannot speak. 


This is one of the poem I have just read.  It’s a nice words.  When you feel each word of it, you will just amaze with the nature.  Simple one, but full of nice thoughts. 

Source:  “My Book of Poems”, Jacqueilene Ramos; Boy F. Madriguera

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