I AM

For all souls brave enough to make the ascent.

By TPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

I am powerful.

Like waves I will rise and fall.

I am the mountain.

inspirational nature poetry heartbreak

About the Creator

T

Hi guys,

I’m a new explorer on my writing adventure. I can’t wait to make friends and learn with all of you together through this journey.

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Novel Allen3 years ago
This is great. Hi five ku.

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I AM

For all souls brave enough to make the ascent.

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