disappearing stairs
unending fence
droplets of sunlight
falling through leaves
inadequate
to hydrate
a sagging spirit
I wonder then
where did they
come from
-all those
who made it
to the top
there is a place
somewhere there
which offers respite
or creates restlessness
to drive people
up the hill
Till
they win…
they celebrate
and go downhill
till….
Where did they come from?

It put me in mind of cycling where the reward for a climb is the next downhill.
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Apt comparison 😀
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I like that having achieved the top, they win and they celebrate, and then go downhill. That’s an excellent metaphor for life
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Thank you, Crispina!
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