Green is Fading

The climb unending

By Nessy WriterPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Green is fading now

Wind is cutting through my face

True unending climb

nature poetry inspirational

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Nessy Writer

A freelance writer of all sorts sharing it out with the world. Poetry, prose, advice, reviews and travel writing.

For all my writing and my poetry collection: https://linktr.ee/nessywriter

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