Wednesday, August 12, 2015


My resolution coincides
With rampant will it now resides
There is no place beneath the stars
No wind to bend the deodars
I hold on steady to the course
That heart does utterly endorse
The mountaintop with snowy build
Continues on, a cup unfilled
An avalanche, at last, is waged
The crucible was finely guaged
Resolving all, the steel refined
I clasp the hilt, the runes are lined
To tell the tale of loss and gain
And, then, rescind the deepest pain
Tomorrow will be soon enough
The will un-trampled in the rough


© 2015 whickwithy


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