Peace in the mountains

Horses  would graze in mountain grass.
In the night there hung a broken moon
A funny joker moon laughing a sputter,
Previously hung by the mountain edge
Along with the non-sticky white clouds.

Mountains had large soul of butter ice.
They some days rumbled like 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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