The Pinnacle Pines
Bold escarpments scrape the clear sky,
rake and hoe the clouds day bright,
plant your pointed pinnacle high,
show man the way into the Light.
Reflect upon the fractured form
for all that is human is reborn.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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