Poetry · Writing

Building Blocks

Stacked to the nine

brave being climbing the 

scales, passed the fine line.

Passed expectations and morale

precense, he there to be the best.

Two strides high, the edge is here,

succeed where you have failed they

told him and he climbed to the highest.

Falling was faster than climbing.

Air speed through the ear,

shattered the drums

solo.

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