On The Mountainside - Poem by Richard Kent
A war within myself.
Both sides fight to rise above the other.
Does good always conquer evil?
Who will provail?
Is absolute love, but a dream?
A flower on the mountainside, out of reach of
Can the powers of the heavens pick up my soul
to reach the flower?
As for now, the flower stays in side, though miles from my grasp.
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