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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley

Into the clouds

A steep incline

A weighty pack

A heavy load

A fading track

Traceless steps of feet and hope

Into the clouds I go

A heavy rain

A sodden bog

A looming Peak

A greasy rock climbing

The faint remains of winter snow

Into the clouds I go

A cautious step

I restless night

A pounding wind

A short respite

A verdant patch, a small plateau

Into the clouds I go

A heavy dew

An early rise

A heady view

A giddy sky

Valley bound, I chase a flow

Out of the clouds I go

3rd Aug 2022

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