Poem: Mountains !

Sky high,

Shadows behind,

They stand with all their might,

And all their glory.

Man should learn,

To be straight,

And to be that respectable,

Something they have.

Sometimes blue,

Sometimes grey,

They play hide and seek

With all the colours in them.

Like a knight

Ready with his sword,

To charge in a battle field

They appear.

P.S. Wrote this poem while travelling back from K.S.A. One more 15 minutes poem.

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