Clouds Touching My Cheek
Clouds touching my cheek,
as I reach the mountain peak.
My youth has been cremated,
as the memories have faded.
Clouds touching my cheek,
as I stand here so bleak.
Looking over the valley below,
I now remember things of long ago.
Clouds touching my cheek,
now I stand here so meek.
Now I descend down this mountain top,
in hopes from this mountain I won't drop.
Clouds touching my cheek,
glad I made it down safe, from that mountain peak.
wrote 4-23-08
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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