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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

El Yunque

 
Like a speck of dust,
On my messy table
I stand in awe at
The foothills of the mount
 
The enormity strikes
Spell bound, I remain
Multitudes of magnitude
I try to envision
 
Gentle giants they are
Staying put in peace
Letting life flourish
Standing tall, untouched
 
Refreshed and renewed
I head back home
The moment was the end
the beginning and all in between
 

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