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(not)Poetry

Contains whatever bits and pieces I interpret as poetry. Or not.

The Mountain Peak

And seeing how far the peak was,             Distant and snow-capped, The walker became weary,                                    Legs of lead and dragging. Night fell,             Stars rose, Sleep was forgone. The walker plodded still. Moments passed,             Seasons gone, The mountain… Read More »The Mountain Peak

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