Force
We spend hours climbing the rocky steeps.We bleed, groan and scream; it echoes.And yet ,still, we persevere,Sometimes our haste loosens a pebble,Falling and without anticipation,An avalanche cascades like tears, crushingAlong the way those hands we hold.Sometimes like seeds,they fall, they hold on,But sometimes they slip out of reach.We think all is lost: we climb, groanAnd grieve.The breeze stirs our regrets,sorrow and the bittersweetness:bruise like autumn fruits: the bosom of its seed.Will…See More
