A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

The climber

One step higher,
the precipice trembling,
kissed by thorns,
fragrance of flowers,
wafting through the air,
the mountain is low,
the sky is low,
clouds hanging down,
then a whole gale,
charred snags,
lying on the gravel road,
crag singing,
birds upon the treetop,
looking up at the fluttering backpack.

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