a momentous scene you are;
a transient summit I’m sure to pine
and on your decline I may deviate
from the lithic path contrasting so
the seamless slope I climbed to you
with unwavering steps, a luminous view
but the peak, more daunting in my wake
is fixed not in longevity.
with flacid limbs, a jaded heart
the ground is met with no amore;
all strife willfully mislead and
given no avowal.
what visions had of mountaintops;
how but I keep my trek?
and so upon new brilliant heights
my journey begins again.
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