Abysmal Defeat

by pippa (follow)

I find this effort to grow tiring and weary.

I need nourishment to grow strong one again.

Climb the next mountain I see on the horizon.

Music is fuel for the flame.

Wine will see me wearily retreat.

We climb and we decline.

We fall out of time.

One love to you all.

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