October 7, 2009

Standing high

Posted in Poetry tagged , , at 01:11 by wildsideverlag

Standing high

on the mountain top

he waited

for the wind to rise

to pluck the pain from his

soul and heart

to tear him from the summit

to take away the sorrow

and the longing

and the hope

to leave him

empty

alone

hollow

Standing high

on the mountain top

he waited

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