Monday, October 27, 2025

Making it to the top*

 Making it to the top*


Oh, incline I go, that takes me to the top

To be on a roll going up and not to stop

To walk amongst all plant life with pine trees

Passing beautiful flowers with butterflies and bees

I stumble and come around for this is the bend

Where I finally see forever, as the summit is the end 


Dom*Colucci 2011

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