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I Trudge The Hike
Wake up
to an orange sun
like an orange done all ripe
push myself
out of bed
get dressed up
outside, my face is red
through the snow
i trudge the hike
cold to the bone
to the hill i like
feel all alone
except two eyes
where heavenly roam
and my broken hands, crack to cry, for the blood
down the road
i do climb
the raven for
a lighter time
through the feilds
on a mid-morning stroll
snapping thistles, all dead and brown
on the rise, a brave young foal
lift my hands and shout, my voice echos
and my broken hands, crack to cry, for the blood
to the river
upon smooth black stones
the trees remember
old drowned bones
and there across
a while away
a cabin worth the cost
of the walk i gave
following now
my lovers sweet love song
her eyes deep and brown
i'm craving now, her sweet tounge
and my broken hands, crack to cry, for the blood
to rush through them
as i pull her tight
and make sweet sweet love
Wake up
to an orange sun
like an orange done all ripe
push myself
out of bed
get dressed up
outside, my face is red
through the snow
i trudge the hike
cold to the bone
to the hill i like
feel all alone
except two eyes
where heavenly roam
and my warm hands, healed and laugh, for the blood
that rushes through them
for the love, that causes me content
