I CARRIED the heavy stones
Up the mountain
Down the hill
'Til the morning came.
I heaved a sigh here and there
Sweat dripping
Thirst got me
The river had mercy.
Walked straight in a high noon
Travelers nod
Lips-smiled
Crossing the bridge.
The sight got closer and closer
Chirping sound
All at peace
Finally-I did it, yes.
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Her Lines Of Poetry
Poetrywords forming poems. fabricated feelings. stack paragraphs of familiar subjects. tip of my pen that releases ink to write those unwritten words. to wrap up the works. the tapping sound of my device that creates the words I have in mind. in too deep...
