To the hill, I mounted barefoot to see sun rising from ashes,
Heart thumping, blooms a sweet desire in my heart to touch, kiss the sky,
A river, meandering through deep valley makes me feel alight
source- capetown travel
Poetic form: Sijo
women pounding rocks
tribulation of hard life
death-drop down the hill
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* I have seen the local women of the hilly areas cutting down the mountain rocks in order to make way for building up the road on the hills and the drop down from such an elevation.. its treacherous. But they have no other choice, this is a simple tribulation of their daily life in order to earn a living. For Carpe Diem # 243 Tribulation.
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