My voice is lost in the echoes of the hills,
standing tall behind the grey clouds,
beckoning me to their mystical glory,
of silence.
My thoughts are found in the strength of the hills,
awakening the sleeping corners of my mind,
guiding the lost wanderers of time,
from a distance.
copyright neha poem and image 2015
forgottenmeadows 
April 9, 2015 at 10:22 pm
Oh, wow!!!! This is so gorgeous!! and I adore that photo!!! 🙂 ❤
April 9, 2015 at 10:23 pm
Thank you so much my husband took that and I thought of you as I was posting it…remembered our previous conversation about you wanting to see the larger size ❤ ❤
April 9, 2015 at 10:24 pm
yes!! ❤ I loooooove it!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
April 9, 2015 at 10:24 pm
hehe good ❤ ❤ I love it too!
April 10, 2015 at 6:01 am
So beautiful, Neha…this touches my heart! ♡
April 10, 2015 at 8:12 am
Thank you so much my friend ❤
April 10, 2015 at 8:34 am
Delightful image and ponderings on mystic mountains… 🙂
April 10, 2015 at 8:36 am
Thank you Brad 🙂
April 10, 2015 at 10:20 am
you’re welcome!
April 10, 2015 at 11:16 am
This is beautiful Neha. Both the poem and photo. And what an amazing view.
April 13, 2015 at 11:58 am
thank you so much Staci ❤
April 13, 2015 at 12:12 pm
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