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At Kilimanjaro

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Adisa the traveler awoke
In the curl of the tent
Gasping at a steaming dawn
All civilization in chorus
Great lumbering gentle creatures
Vast plains, grasses, pines, cedars
All fragrant, earthy, & longing for rain
Adisa, had been named ‘the lucid one’
Yet only now was everything clear
As if only in this place Time
Could open his eyes to see
Standing him still as the mountain
His journey just begun


©2015 S. Michaels
Silk Roads
image: travelhdwallpapers.com

Author: LightWriters

Life. Faith. Wellness.

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