#812-The top


So close.

Almost there.

Then I’m free,

To breathe,

Relax,

Just be.

But it’s an illusion.

There are many other hills,

To climb.

Just beyond there,

Where I can’t see,

But feel.

It’s so tiring.

Wish I had an angel,

Or a horse,

To carry me.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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