The SummitJun 6, 2002 Sometimes the mountain top Seems far, far away. Out of focus. A grime-rimmed Mirage. One foot after another becomes A bitter refrain. Nerves and muscles spent, Only the light streaming from our heart Can slingshot our body To the summit. Our soul is already there.
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