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Hiking & The Need to Adapt

Mouth dry,
Hands bled,
Skin burnt,
Feet blistered,
Muscles strained.

Face resolute,
Heart warmed,
Mind cleared,
Thoughts weaved,
Fears ridden.

In that which has become our enemy;
I have found solace.

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  1. Date: 7/30/2009 5:07:00 AM

    I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Zack. I would also ask that you keep writing and sharing your poetry with us. Love, Carol