Peace in the mountains

The horses grazed in mountain’s grass.
In the night there hung a broken moon

A funny joker moon laughing a sputter,
Previously hung by the mountain edges

Along with the non-sticky white clouds.
Mountains had a big soul of butter ice.

They some days rumbled like in thunder.
On other days they had apple blossoms

Along rough edges off the giddy roads.
The horses pooped peacefully on snow.

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