these hills,
these green slopes that rise,
that crest upon the clouds.
how steep they are.
how my legs get heavy,
my breath short.
i'll climb them again
today. then tomorrow,
up and up I'll go
with sweated joy,
knowing that in time
I'll climb no more.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
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