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Climb.
Today I decided to get lost,
feel a brush with freedom -
at any cost.
Ambling down rock faces,
clinging, front first to
granite graces.Lying on rocks, for an awfully long time.
They will not be moved,
all I can do is climb.Just keep going up, keep going on…
gripping that gradient,
until all my worries are gone.this is a beautiful poem that goes perfectly with the picture.
Posted on February 21, 2012 via with 31 notes
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celinamswriting reblogged this from mobbleberry and added:
a beautiful poem...goes perfectly with the picture.
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lightningtheraintransformed said:
Where is this? =]
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ambiguous-transparency said:
Brilliant.
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mobbleberry posted this
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My name is Celina B. Mills and I am a writer. I write horror novels and poetry, and occasionally song lyrics. I play the acoustic guitar and the keyboard, and I'm also a lesbian.
I happen to be one of the biggest music lovers ever! And recently created a music-review blog, totally random shuffle with my mom.
My five great loves are writing, reading, music, my family, and animals. I'm also a big fan of horror movies!
I created this blog to post my poetry. Everything I post, unless otherwise stated, is written by me.
