Sunday, April 13, 2025

A constant state of beauty*



 A constant state of beauty*


I am caught up in the surround

Each step I go, is descending down

The trees, they sing with the wind

I go back to base where I begin

This day on the summit, is finally done here

Everything I seen was in beauty and all so clear


Dom*Colucci 2013

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