Grief from the Pinnacle

The height of a mountain does not tell all . . .

By Emma CPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

They praise my Stature

Ignorant, they miss the Rot

Hollowing my Roots

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Emma C

Emma is an aspiring creative who deeply loves art of all kinds. She is a hopeless movie geek and book nerd who spends her free time buried in novels and practicing her violin. She hopes to use her writing to inspire her fellow humans.

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Beth Sarahabout a year ago
A brilliant haiku, very evocative.

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The height of a mountain does not tell all . . .

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