I Wrote A Remote Mountain Range Of Words Poem by Terence George Craddock

I wrote me a Himalayan mountain range of words
walked in rarified air on rooftop of the world
none of these words can easily by the world be read
wilderness places keep secrets over centuries not heard
the rooftop of the world is a cold lonely empty place
accessed only in certain summer seasons by world class climbers
if you want words read write simple words on simple slopes
near coastlines beaches where holiday masses walk city folk live


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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