Thursday, December 11, 2014

#poetry - on climbing the mountain

days are rolling from the past
four leaf clover in a cast
then i was young and innocent

by the mountains i would climb
i was learning about time
the summit was where my mind was

now i'm looking all around
cloudless daylight coming down
and i gave my all to be here

i feel precious i feel good
i feel greatly understood
but nothing survived my childhood
nothing survived my childhood

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