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asked a river
to the haughty mountains
how do you survive
the caresses of so many streams
flowing all the time,
but many more
when it rains,
how do you escape the sensations
that misty clouds cause
while rubbing your face in the night
and the day
how do you hear the seducing sounds
of the birds and remain unmoved
what shall i say, said the mountain
do not you see different peaks
some taller then the rest
but to reach many
one has to start
always at the base
there are no bridges
between the peaks
i donot know
but whenever i feel
i move with the streams
avlanches follow
and thunder of the cloud bursts
and burried homes of the ants
then make me realize
so many have relied
on my immoblity
let me stay and stare
the passing streams and the beautiful sounds
even if they leave scars and some deep wounds