When i was twenty, i climbed a hill.
Restless and wild, i couldn’t stand still.
There was no path, i made my own,
Happily did i leap from stone to stone.
Far above stood a solitary figure,
hesitant i was for solitude was dear.
flowers in full bloom fell at her feet,
under a tree, a goddess did i meet.
her voice was the wind, what do you seek?
a purpose in life, my road looks bleak.
a smile she gave and a kiss so tender,
i was dazed but that i did remember.
i climbed the hill many times after,
she was gone, never did i see her.
but the mist had lifted, my path was clear,
moment to moment, a stone skipping on water.
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