POEM: Granite Lands

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Ramanagara Hill

Land where granite domes bubble up,
blistering the forest.
Callousing its broad swath of green
with an ashen gray nest.

I know your echo from the land
where I once took my rest,
in those long gone days before I
set off on life’s grand quest.

Stone Mountain

 

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