Stone That We Struggled Over

Thu, 08/22/2013 - 12:18 -- mikay47


Silent aspirations call from the cracks

Of motionless stone slabs.

Within every drop of rain, another drop of blood.

Stretch, pull, stretch, pull,


Knuckles scratch against concrete that

Reaches into clouds.

Be they mountains or mounds of earth,

To climb upon the face is to

Conquer that which is never spoken.


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