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Like the rocky mountins,

Cold, cracked and ridged

Hollow and abandoned

Where mountin goats prance

And birds hide,

Protected by the jagged edges

That protrude thrusting upward

The brutal yet peaceful sound

Of rocks and snow falling together

Becoming one entity

That belongs to no one

Free from everything

Answering to nothing

But the cold crisp air,

That echo's in the peaks

And through out

There is a sence of loneliness

Echo's of silence

Meeting the ear

Of a lone falcon

That searches at ease for it's pray

Never for one moment

Being totally alone.