If you're ever down
Go climb to the mountain top
Then you will be high
How does it work?
Simply inspirational.
More stories from CJ Shelton and writers in Poets and other communities.
Mountains sing a song The cycle of death and life That man may learn hope
By CJ Shelton3 years ago in Poets
In Newfoundland in Quidi Vidi, St. John’s, About 1771 a baby was born, To who, I don’t know, I can’t quite distinguish,
By Nani2 days ago in Poets
I used to think strength meant armor a jaw set like stone, a heart locked up with the spare key thrown away. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic6 days ago in Poets
“Debbie darling,” Gloria shouted toward the hallway in a terrible fake English accent, “I need your help. I can’t snap the last hook on my bra.”
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 days ago in Humor
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Simply inspirational.