..:: delta ::..
the mountain speaks though few listen.
nevertheless it is not her job to console the weary, sight the blind, or heal the sick.
she remains planted, a beacon of inspiration for those who seek it.
she remains planted, a beacon of inspiration for those who seek it.
she hears the cries of their hearts and collects them as piles of snow on her peaks, vowing to remain.
when they reach the top, sun glistens on the snow like glittery trophies of battles won.
the mountain smiles to herself as they rest in her arms.
this is how valleys are formed.
the mountain smiles to herself as they rest in her arms.
this is how valleys are formed.
the sun beams warmer, melting the snow.
water rushes to the valleys below, tucking themselves into the lines of her smile with a rush of force.
this is how rivers are formed.
water rushes to the valleys below, tucking themselves into the lines of her smile with a rush of force.
this is how rivers are formed.
the cycle repeats itself time and time again, til there is nowhere else for the snow-tears to go.
rock is eroded into a shallow bowl, a delectable pit where passers by can drink in her depths.
ex-dreamers are nourished by the fruits of the fighters, those who have battled and won.
reignited, they begin their trek to the top of the mountain, gritting their teeth as they scale her walls.
and so again the cycle repeats.
one day, the depths can no longer contain what is held within.
water spills out of her mouth, spewing itself upon the land.
this is how deltas are formed.
this is how deltas are formed.
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