Monday, June 18, 2012


The ridge is getting nearer, who knows what is behind it?
We travel on with our gear, leaving some stuff, bring some stuff.
Yet we are still the same, having been changed.

The light behind grows dim, the light ahead is blinding.
We only see where our feet will tread.

Where are those who accuse you?
I see no one.

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