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Those Hills

by Ashutosh Ghildiyal

Those hills, so close, yet so distant
Looking at them, you forget yourself
For one timeless instant,
Overwhelmed by their beauty

Standing there, you grow aware
Of the age of this earth
And of your own impermanence

They will remain, and you, with your
Sorrows, pains, and worries, will pass away
They will be there, as they have been
Since long before you came

Copyright © 2009 by Ashutosh Ghildiyal

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