Posted by: szolnickfsem | 27th Mar, 2008

My Poem…

Riding above the clouds, where the tree line ends,
The cool breeze in my hair, the world extends.
Far into the distance we see our lives ahead,
Not looking back to past years of dread.

With the warmth on my face, we move with steady stride.
We’re alone on the mountain, pushing the world aside.
Her gait quickens as we head towards the trees,
Soon forgetting the familiar cool breeze.

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