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asked a river
\nto the haughty mountains
\nhow do you survive
\nthe caresses of so many streams
\nflowing all the time,
\nbut many more
\nwhen it rains,
\nhow do you escape the sensations
\nthat misty clouds cause
\nwhile rubbing your face in the night
\nand the day
\nhow do you hear the seducing sounds
\nof the birds and remain unmoved
\nwhat shall i say, said the mountain
\ndo not you see different peaks
\nsome taller then the rest
\nbut to reach many
\none has to start
\nalways at the base
\nthere are no bridges
\nbetween the peaks
\ni donot know
\nbut whenever i feel
\ni move with the streams
\navlanches follow
\nand thunder of the cloud bursts
\nand burried homes of the ants
\nthen make me realize
\nso many have relied
\non my immoblity
\nlet me stay and stare
\nthe passing streams and the beautiful sounds
\neven if they leave scars and some deep wounds<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\\ 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 … <\/p>\n