A step beyond, the valley green,
just ahead, not yet seen.
Lays what just might be,
or so it seems.
Down low, through the stream,
flowing rivers, with many dreams.
Intersecting planes of life,
rooted in the slopes around.
Slithering, always, helplessly down.
The difference in the level seen,
or sideways point of view,
of what just might be.
Two ends of a rope, which tug at me.
To stay, or to go, will it be friend or foe.
A step beyond, the valley green,
just ahead, not yet seen.
Lays what just might be,
or so it seems.
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