Why try any more so hard to climb out
almost had it in my grasp slipping away now
if the sun shines for me tomorrow
its beauty may stay my hand
I will climb the stone finger and view my small world
or look high at the tapering stones
quail, turn, and fade to nothingness
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
Why try any more so hard to climb out
almost had it in my grasp slipping away now
if the sun shines for me tomorrow
its beauty may stay my hand
I will climb the stone finger and view my small world
or look high at the tapering stones
quail, turn, and fade to nothingness
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