Saeglopur
Breathing in clouds on a tightrope,
a mountain to each end,
I dance over howling canyons...
To the side of earth on which you stand.
I will make it there.
Vernal beloved, I will make it there.
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Copyright © Katherine C Smith | Year Posted 2011
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