Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Cliff Story

Man looked up at the high mountain
Chose a difficult path to an upward cliff

At the top of the cliff, a moment of pride
Looked up again, sizing up the higher peaks

A hand glider, and a sudden thought
Could be nice to glide his way up

Surfing the wind, feeling the breeze of the high mountain
He thought, an approaching cliff should look uncompromising

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