mountains tower over the valley,
yielding shadows.
heat empties the river, and
everything is dry,
and the wind roars,
rose bushes cover the hills,
this is the valley of my heart.
Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.
valley
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oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love?
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