Trip has its highs,
inevitable lows,
battle is won,
war is lost.
The secret of life...
bridge the gap,
claw to the next peak,
hook on to the rim,
hold on for dear life,
peer over the edge,
marvel at the journey ahead.
11.20.09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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