Wes Wilbur

Walk The Hills

In halls of mirrors dreams are made.
In halls of mirrors we all dream that we create.
Light to dark and dark to light,
take heed of humanities contagious blight.

O'er hills wet and damp, i make to my village like such a lowly tramp.
Every step i take amidst the damp growth,
seems not to exist.

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