BELOW ME THE SILVER-CAPPED CAUCASUS LIES Below me the silver-capped Caucasus lies… A stream at my feet rushes, foaming and roaring. I watch a lone eagle, o’er the peaks calmly soaring Drift near as he motionless circles the skies. Here rivers are born that tear mountain asunder And landslides begin with a crash as of […]
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