after wasting
perspiration,
heaving in
respiration,
and hiking
with severe
exhaustion,
we reach our
ultimate
destination.
and in those
tranquil
moments,
humming
songs with
the algid
soothing
waters up
to my
trembling
toes and knees,
sitting by
a mossy
boulder
on the
lassitude
banks
next to the
effervescent
spilling
waterfall
—glistening
and gossamer
as it falls in
crashes and
myriad riots
of liquid
iridescence—
surrounded
by verdant
foliage and
halcyon
greenery,
in a misty
forest deep
in the heart
of the virgin
mountain,
untroubled
in solitude
and playing in
a faux paradise...
i've never
felt more
invincible.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
