With tracks
Winding through passages
Unavailable to human eyes
A crest into a hillock
Then out again
Lingering between
Madman moments and
The serene
Indulge in
Mint mornings
To cover up the tang
Of pure iron will
Years of wear
Why do you worry?
We climb with the rises.
Friday, November 30, 2007
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