Sifting through dusty data,
Brand management,
And customer value chains
Chokes me.
Suffocates.
Give me
Far off mountain villages,
Smoky smell of charcoal
And roosters in the crisp morning.
Sifting through dusty data,
Brand management,
And customer value chains
Chokes me.
Suffocates.
Give me
Far off mountain villages,
Smoky smell of charcoal
And roosters in the crisp morning.
The mountain calls from its forested walls
Cloudy and grim and gray
The feet that trace the trail o’er its face
Do not know what it wants to say
For the mountain speaks from its forested peaks
To those who listen, and hear
The tales it knows and the secrets it blows
Through the whisper of wind in the ear
And for those who listen the mountain will spin
Tales of a pristine green
Where rivers run clear and the stars are near
And the air is crisp and keen
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But no one cares for the stories it shares
So it looms a lonely soul
The world spins past and its echoes blast
In a search that is never full
Like a sentry it stands in eastern lands
Above the city hum
Like one watching and waiting, in light that is fading
For a friend that never comes
Because for those who listen the mountain will spin
Tales of a pristine green
Where rivers run clear and the stars are near
And the air is crisp and keen
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Tomorrow, my friend. I will come tomorrow.
no coward soul is mine
Norlene Shirk
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