Climb these mountains to view new skies
Pathways of clouds before these eyes
The trek is tough, reward is sweet
If grace remains under the feet
Lower than dirt, the land and clay
The world decides players to play
I'll be the dog, you be the car
If fate shall have our love go far
8/29/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
