Thursday, December 9, 2010

Tre Mace poem

Trudging up the mountain, striving for the top
I feel the pain increasing, but I know I mustn't stop
And then I hear a stranger approaching from behind
He speaks an unknown language but I can feel his words are kind
We reach the summit together and look ahead at the vast wilderness
And in that moment we are on filled with joy and peacefulness

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