Contemplation
I've stood on top of the pinnacle looking down at my demise. I've dreamed of my long rest
and decided this the best. For what is a man if he have everything and given up his soul,
but a fool who dreams of prosperity is no fool at all.
Copyright © George Maris | Year Posted 2011
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