This new found land <br />was built upon <br />the blinding blinks <br />that dropped and dried <br />into this mountain of salt, <br />now beneath where <br />I pray on burnish knees, <br />hoping to atone the gods <br />for each silvery day <br />that passes. <br /> <br />Copyright ©2006<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mountain-cry/
