Slowly
I wind
my
way
down
the
face
of
the mountain
slipping
between
rough
cheeks of cleft rock
rippling
through
wrinkled
valleys
sliding
over
smooth
skin stones
washing
away
the
debris
of
the day…
The
future digs deep eroding
the
past destroying
the
me
that
was.
I
am crying
a
river
of
tears.
(Cassy)
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