The mountain that stands tall*
As many years go by and never counted
Rock decays and forms as it is to be mounted
Compressing and cracking and busting through for space
It is harder and harder to make room for this place
But from the pebble and stone that sits so small
It is the first creation of the mountain that stands tall.
Dom*Colucci 2009
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