Am I only a rock,
sitting on the shore of a river?
Solid...in the eyes of a by-passer...
Yet, dormant for so very long,
diminished in pour of a pounding fall...
Or am I the graceful waterfall,
Forming a path so patiently through the picks, valleys
to shape everything that I touch?
…
None maybe or both at times
I am the journey of a life
never in peace in a latent arms
I am the mountain, the river, the fall and the rock
the journey of a life
never in peace in a latent arms…
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