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The steps arose, a base there was the muddle of screes For it was a landscape Vacant, Of trees Gingerly I paced a cliff that laced a path destined, Told, I was For a few sunrises and sunsets Firmed to the locus stood there, I had. By degrees the cliff obsecured my view the bewilderment I could not rub Mayhap, myself scrutinized it far deep I thought. the cliff, for unyielding it depicted percepting apprehensions, of own promising it portrayed Afresh, the climb excecuted Little by little, embarked the escarpment it was still, dormant so I too, adjourned It spoke to me for footsteps, no longer scraped "W'rry not, I shall holdeth thee" and, reverberations igniting the specks of fragility for I queried myself if this voyage is my to ascend
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Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
Voyage
The steps arose, a base there was the muddle of screes For it was a landscape Vacant, Of trees Gingerly I paced a cliff that laced a path destined, Told, I was For a few sunrises and sunsets Firmed to the locus stood there, I had. By degrees the cliff obsecured my view the bewilderment I could not rub Mayhap, myself scrutinized it far deep I thought. the cliff, for unyielding it depicted percepting apprehensions, of own promising it portrayed Afresh, the climb excecuted Little by little, embarked the escarpment it was still, dormant so I too, adjourned It spoke to me for footsteps, no longer scraped "W'rry not, I shall holdeth thee" and, reverberations igniting the specks of fragility for I queried myself if this voyage is my to ascend
#journey#trust#fear#destiny
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Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
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