And so,
I meander down the mountainside
Into the valley that would test the resolve of my fear.
No, I have no time for plunder this time around
My journey is a deeper one than that.
While I’ve hidden away upon the mountain,
While I’ve terrorized those, who trespassed upon my land,
I find my ill-sodden soul too heavy to bear the fruits I’ve sown.
Alas, I seek my final resting place among strangers.
God help me!
Kevin Parish 
Such profound words…yet pure, too. Enjoyed this immensely with mah coffee this am, Kevin.
Regards,
K
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Thank you so much, Kara! ;-)))
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my pleasure, of courses! 😉
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;-))
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You’re getting better, Kevin!
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Thank you, Winnie! You are such a blessing!
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You’re welcome, Kevin! You are too!
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;-)))
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Wow that was really thought provoking.
These two lines really hit me
“While I’ve terrorized those, who trespassed upon my land,
I find my ill-sodden soul too heavy to bear the fruits I’ve sown.”
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Indeed! Thank you for stopping by! ;-)))
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