Why This Hill For Us?
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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I pant a little going up
You too pant a little
Yet
Reaching the top
Looking below
At small hills.
Casitas, plains and
Mounds
And the rare oxygenated air
No nostril shall resist
No Sisyphus take
Of extended lungs
Of oxygenated blood
New
and
The joy of climbing
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş