Old mountainA Poem by Justin Street
Cold is the snow, under my feet
Blades are the wind, at my skin Cane is the object, guiding me through Beauty is the hope, I will see Rocks I grab, along my way Fear is evident, in unending fall Strength fills old bones, to push on Ice blisters convert, my face to stone A slip, I have no breath The voice, has pulled me to My cane bent, I make a step Glory, is the situation One final leap, amazed Every mountain ever made, shines Light combines with air, old eyes reflect Stars shine, no restraint exists This is the peak, beauty Every color unknown, hangs in a misty cradle My blued sight illuminates, I feel not but warmth I grip the ice, and look on at god forever © 2010 Justin StreetReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 19, 2010 Last Updated on May 27, 2010 AuthorJustin StreetClarksville, TNAboutWell I am Justin or Jt. I love photography, writing, and ping pong =). I can carry a conversation with pretty much anyone and everyone. =P The thing i love most is reviews =) so make me happy. I still.. more..Writing
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