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It started with small steps then continued to leaps and bounds.
My boots were drenched and the soles worn down.
Your landscape is far from flat with the knolls of your moods
And the small creaks of your veins, so cold and so crude.
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the pure girl

her eyes are so wide and her smile so bright
her tongues never tied and her shirts never white.
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drunk and sluring
our voices be heard
the plots always stirring
as were higher than birds.
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'I miss you so much'
she told me for some reason
but if she was a queen
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The Best Poem Of William Palazzolo

Your Mountain Side

It started with small steps then continued to leaps and bounds.
My boots were drenched and the soles worn down.
Your landscape is far from flat with the knolls of your moods
And the small creaks of your veins, so cold and so crude.
It was fun for a while, dipping in those creaks,
Until my finger tips became wrinkled and my skin plagued with leech.
I made it through you terrain with only minor cuts and contusions
I’m surprised that’s all you left me with after such an intrusion.

I got to the mountains base and thought back at good times,
But after a brief reminisce, I started to climb.
I couldn’t get a good grip even with your edges so sharp,
But your protruding rocks are slicker than an oily carp.
The swirling snow that flows through the wind
Smacks my chapped face and dries out my skin.
It whistles and blows and knocks me off track
And with frost bite setting in, my toes become black.
I can hear your voice echo in the winds of the blizzard
it creeps into my ears and stings like a lizard.

And with the sun below your mountains highest peak
ill struggle to keep warm, and my limbs will grow weak.
Blood pressure dropping and toes feeling numb
Ill huddle up with my memories of when we had fun
When your landscape was full of blossoms and spring was in town
The tops of the trees hung many cocoons, so golden and brown.
The soft lace of our correlation was tied up in the vines
It swooped down the trees and seemed unbounded through time.
But when the cycles of the sun had left us in the twilight
The winds came down and brought cold air to the night.
The flowers never blossomed and the cocoons couldn’t hatch
And the snow came in and covered the grass.
The vines simply couldn’t survive without the sun’s rays,
So the vines became feeble and brittle like dry clay.
They cracked and decayed until they were gone
And nothing was left but the darkness before dawn.

I had the strength to start climbing at last
But the vibrations from your calls caused an avalanche
And the snow showered over me and rushed me downhill,
It was another fleet of yours to mess with my will.
I clanged to the side with my pick ax in sight
And I survived the landslide and started back on my flight.
My tears froze to my face as I thought of you yet again
But the summit was so close that I just couldn’t give in
“Just let me go” I screamed at the top of my lungs
Letting out my thoughts over my tongue
I lugged out all my strength and dragged myself over.
And the first thing I saw was a field full of clovers.
And the lush plains streamed over the scene
The sun was up high and the clouds were like cream.

I finally found spring which was gone for so long
And I once again had something to gaze upon
The stars in the sky which I could never see from you vale
Liven up the night like a good summer ale.
Sometimes I come to the mountain side
And look down into the gorge that I left behind
I’m glad to see that the flower buds are out
And you brought back the sun and the hills are less stout.
Maybe one day those vines will again grow on the trees
But I can now say that they won’t be with me.
Sometimes I get lonely in my oasis
And I think back at all your funny little faces.
But nature has spoken and together we storm
And like snow in the summer I’m just to warm.
I ponder climbing down now and again
Hoping that at least we can be friends
But then I look back at the scars you left me with
And the frostbite that still plagues my fingertips.
And sometimes when I fall into a deep rest
The breeze of your voice reaches the mountain crest.
And I rush over to your mountain cliff and begin to weep
As I know the sun will never shine with me down that steep.

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