Saturday, November 28, 2009
This is where I go when time closes in,
This place hidden away from the seasons.
Too dark for berries.
Too dense for snow.
This is where I go.
This is where I ride when weather closes in,
And sheets of rain fall from the sky.
Sheltered and narrow,
This is where I ride.
This is where I climb when life opens wide,
With choices strewn about a borderless maze.
Lost in time.
This is where I climb.
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