a man walks to the hop of the hill
he looks down upon a city lifeless and still
where he spoke words of fulfilling life's thrill
words of slaying the beasts of old and dangers of new
of walking tall and staying true
of forgiving all and starting anew
of ensuring hope and a cure
of poking holes in rules and surpassing peers
it seems he truly said it all
so much so the city left a note that said to call
when all was said and done, spring through fall
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Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
