I will remember you
friends from distant places
whose words bend on the wind
they somehow reach my longing ears
now strained by hammered pains
he who remembers me
will be remembered too
like water to dried prophet's lips
and rain upon parched land
sorrow is my prison
and yet my freedom too
betrayal is my enemy
till friend's words salve the sores
I will remember you
the kindness and the calls
have now poured life into my soul
through tears and sweated brow
Yes, my attempts at testing poetic prowess on the heels of sleeping upon Cadair Idris continue. Photos and video of the climb.
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