To my pleasant surprise
What I see through my glorious eyes
A peak of light over those boulders
I had seen what rests on my shoulders
Climbing those old shreds of grass
How if I know, it will be fast
I hear the wind breeze by me
Beaming bright, the top is what I see
Following the path not followed by many
One man's treasure, he finds it plenty
Breathing gets softer and harder by the days
I'm almost there, I can vision the rays
I reach the summit
Soon I will go down the plummet
A large gleam with radiance
I now have proved the bitter silence
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
