To fall a hundred times, arise as 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 the deep of space, to climb yet not too soon.
Like ladders leading underground, and heavens lure aghast.
The world she spins around and true, till weathered natures past.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2025 11:35
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I love the line (where midnight takes a shallow nap) This piece it floats on poetic wings. A lovely write
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