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mounting the ancient bleached stone steps one at a time

she moved quietly albeit somewhat belabored under the age

her eyes first cast down and then up with inhale and exhale

determination glowed in her gentle eyes as slight salty tears shivered

drying before crossing the threshold of her sturdy jaw line

her motivation to see the other side of a chaotic humankind

no temple atop the stairs stretched forth as if vanishing into blue sky

every now but then here a small token of someone who came before

her simplicity of the thought chanted under her breath was no need for why

there will be a brightness shining way up there

when she does finally arrive

there where the souls blend into that peaceful kindness of love for all time

in the darkness there has been light

in the light there was darkness 

yet consulting the inner voice

listening to the sultry at times and soft aged at others

the whisper told of truth none other sound could impart

forever is not how long she climbs

rather just a brief human life time

every now and then a song breaks loose from her lips

to be heard by the meadows and yes even quieted birds

freedom is being without fear of not being accepted

what is

even choices will not matter when the last step is reached

where then she looks and then she becomes

nothing more than aire

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