We climb the great mountain
To reach the summit, to touch sun
With rocks on the path, and lions to face
We never stopped, 'til it was done
But the mountain drew its breath, and spat fire
Coupled with a loud, roaring thunder
The mountain shakes, the earth cracks
And tumble we go, back and back.
But lest we forget, never shall we run
Never shall we falter, we shall taste the sun!
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Scraps of Thought
PoetryA collections of poems written on my spare time, and written when they came on my head Pieces of my heart, and scraps of thought "Do you hear it? That sweet sound? That sweet tone of much compassion? What a lovely pitch, a beautiful noise Like song...
