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I gazed upon a mountain range
from my plane window in the sky.
What I saw looked very strange
when I viewed it from so high.
The mountains were blue with white tops
as far as my eyes could see.
Where the sky started and the mountains stopped
was truly a mystery to me.
The mountains looked like a stormy ocean
that was frozen under a spell.
My body longed to feel the motion
of a raging ocean swell.
Although my body was denied,
my mind enjoyed that ocean ride.
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