Rolling down mountains,
doubt fogs all my assumptions.
I am inconstant.
The cool of this morning air,
tempers the ascent of stone .
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Comments: 23
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
adding to the autumn
Finally, a decent Atticus poem!
:) wishing you laughter