Along lone ridges of your body
beauty emanates
as sun rises over the hills,
peeking and warming.
Bright rays radiate over the ridges of mountains.
You are a mountain.
But you wander like the meandering river
that digs into the earth,
carving out spaces, smooth ridges.
My life with you, shapely.
Wandering.
My home, Blue Ridge Mountains.
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