22. The highest mountain


I wish I were a bird

To taste the air and feel the view

Hear silence not yet heard

~

I wish I were with you

The one sensation never stirred

Before when days were through.

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I wish I were deterred

From doing what still now I do

When this had not occurred

~

I wish I were as true

The break of life in now whispered

So wonderful and new

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