An Onlooker, Mist and the Mountain

'I touch you and feel that you're great! .'
Mist whispers.
'It's very smooth your kiss
And I love you!
But you float
And I am stagnant.'
Mountain cries.
'I know the sadness
That touch my heart
And she never betrays me.'
The spectator smiles.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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