"Blisters"

Alone

climbing alone

sweating on hands

and burning in heart

under those morning gray skies

whose presence softly but rightly underscored

the rhythm and poetry filling my ears

and the sun only appeared on the words:

Hallelujah 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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