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by Stek Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #1092154

Poemish thing

For the moment
I stand in place
Separated from my familiar tune
My neck strained from my upward gaze

A new music begins to toll
Euphonious and rejuvenating

I gasp as I see the mountain erode
No longer a steep and narrow journey
A heart-stirring new view
A gentle slope leading home

A tender breath of wind blows
And all the trees and fields begin to bow

I am home again
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