Thursday, October 29, 2009

Mountain Top*

Mountain Top*

Strength is the base
Arising and jagged climb
Intricate pieces of rock and stone chase
Towering ever so high and sublime
A race of natures carbon minerals does not stop
As the weariness path reaches the mountain top

Dom*Colucci 2009
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6 comments:

  1. thoughtsOctober 30, 2009 at 12:24 AM

    engineer's way of looking at adirondack highs?

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  2. AnonymousOctober 30, 2009 at 5:17 PM

    Golden Lotus of God's Love....I love your perspective excuse my pun my love...enjoy(+)
    soulbro*

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  3. thoughtsOctober 31, 2009 at 8:05 AM

    :) i loved it any way, it seemed to me as if some engineer was measuring some cliff of adirondack..

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  4. AnonymousOctober 31, 2009 at 6:17 PM

    Golden Lotus of God's Love....The Adirondack...we had so much fun this summer...I wish it never end but it is always still with us...enjoy my love(+) :)
    soulbro*

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  5. thoughtsNovember 2, 2009 at 7:18 AM

    dearest soulbro,
    we still are together and adirondack is just where it was.. :)

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  6. AnonymousNovember 3, 2009 at 6:49 PM

    Golden Lotus of God's Love...I feel a little stale as you awokened my eyes...you are so correct...why did I say that?..I love our memories in the summer...enjoy my love(+) :)
    soulbro*

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