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BEYOND THE MISTS OF TIME
 
It can't be held by human hands
Or captured by the pen...
The beauty of a mountain peak
Where never foot has been.

The scraping of each plate of stone
Which rose the summits high,
Is worth the gold which fills the world
As far as meets the eye.

It's way beyond the mists of time
Or all that holds the earth...
A more than gentle nurturing
Bespeaking nature's birth.

The splendor of the hills and planes
And seasons by the shore,
Cannot be measured by the sum
Of wealth man holds in store.

I know that mother nature is
More beautiful...it seems,
Than her own photographs which fill
The album in my dreams.
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The WORD PAINTING challenge
Hostess: Debera


By MissSharon

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Debera (Debera) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Debera (Debera) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Debera (Debera) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Debera (Debera) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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