I Have Conquered Mountains
Alone, I could sit for an eternity,
afraid, shallow, and weak.
Quite, I could last a century,
a poet without a word to speak.
Lost, I could feel with no memory
of the years, month or week
But with you all is serendipity,
my days are no longer bleak.
For you are my friend and my vitality,
and I can finally reach the peak.
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