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The Singing Mountain

  • Susan Nyoka
  • Mar 14, 2018
  • 1 min read

I am the singing mountain

when the fire comes I sing

when the rain pours down I sing

dark clouds covering the highest peak I sing

old trashes littering the sacred ground among the towering trees

And still I sing

and the silence underneath this song is so delicious


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