A pride!
few more steps and then we will be on top;
forward without haste,
through the weeds and stones.
The summit is there, all clear, all
serene in the sun, far from
when it hurts,
out of the fog and shadows.
Soul restless and tired, you do not pay back
:
down the dark steam,
up white light.
You, which torments and oppresses
a heavy and hidden anger, put
mind
rest is nothing but the tops.
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