Poem: Myself (please comment)

Today I am

the sacred peaks,

the melting snow,

a sparkling stream

at which you kneel and drink.

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I am the breathing forest

and the empty corrie.

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Touch me,

like clouds

touch the mountains.

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Dance with me,

like wind whips

waves to rise

in mountain peaks.

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Intone your poems

on the wind

that silences the waves

in pure and endless dance.