Mountain Climb
To fall a hundred times, arise like shadows slowly climb.
Atop the highest mountain cap, is where midnight takes a shallow nap.
The stars all hidden behind the black, howling at the moon
To fall into depression space, but climb yet not too soon.
Like ladders leading underground, and heavens flute aghast.
The world she spins around and round, till weathered natures past.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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