A poem I wrote during the trek
Soft rain spills into the air
Like the chatter from yesterdays journey
Tomorrow will be another day
Another cup of coffee
A moment forever still
The hammic swings gently
Rocking my soul
Like water gliding down the mountain
A cloud hangs, lighter than thoughts
Calm and slow as a pulse
Like the chatter from yesterdays journey
Tomorrow will be another day
Another cup of coffee
A moment forever still
The hammic swings gently
Rocking my soul
Like water gliding down the mountain
A cloud hangs, lighter than thoughts
Calm and slow as a pulse
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