Edelweiss in the high alps
Griffiths Mmalebjane Mmotla Dear noble white, you’re small yet warmly wooled Flowing along the leaves, Like a tuft among other flowers Oh, wild high-mountained root A figure of rugged beauty and purity you are, Your dense hair appears in golden form Certainly not toxic, but a remedy to the weak. In remote areas you tend to be sporadic, Like antidote to undefined chronics. You, the ultimate allure of the Alps Who endears the love-struck young men, Through crags and ledges In the high Alpine of Eden Europe, amazingly You crush them wordlessly I am aware, of multiple quests made How many had fallen – succumbed to exposure. Nobody seems to hold your key, The one to crack your weather codes. Furnished from heavenly forge, yet rarely gazed. So I ask “will you take me as I stand?” “Here as I stand” Widget is loading comments...
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