
The Fall
Sweat drips down my brow.
Fingers trembling, grip gives.
Falling from too high.
The Mountain
Older than our goals.
Apathetic to our cause.
Win or Lose — Our choice.
The Ascent
Arms swing wildly.
To fall is death, but not yet.
Fingertips dig deep.
A lovely haiku collection
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Wonderful waking up and reading this.
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