STEPS


                  

                                                 Mountains' curve making steps

                                                 Somewhere exist precious

                                                 Anxious is the mind to reach the point

                                                 Maze begins to unfold

                                                 Hundreds of rows

                                                 Each calling to proceed

                                                 Deliberations emerge

                                                 Search intensifies

                                                 Shadow of shine

                                                 The ultimate reach

                                                 Perspiration trickles

                                                 Climbing without hitch

                                                 The Sun sets; darkness grows

                                                 Never he stops

                                                 Shine is a flicker

                                                 Lantern in hand

                                                 Stretches her hand

                                                 Grabs he without a thought

                                                 Hollow he finds

                                                 Face without features

                                                 Shine are the bangles

                                                 Unknown becomes known

                                                Where past is present

                                                Dragging him down the steps

                                                 Into the waterfall

                                                Shadow of shine disappears

                                                Never to return again

 



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