Lilting, tilted, curled and bending
Darkest ribbon
Beckons onward
It rises, ascending, lifting, taking
Forcing me up, up, up
Black and gray forever climbing
So long to reach the top
Sun shines down
Close enough to touch
Mountaineering
Fast and free
Follow, racing, speeding onward
Through the grass and trees
From gently sloping countryside
Back to reality
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Writer of romantic suspense and HEAs. Wordsmith and adventurer, lover of music and nature, driven to tell stories both true and crafted. Visit me at daisyknox.com
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