Victoria’s Peak

last to the top

By Greer MonroePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

the crisp soaring sky

echoing each foot step foot

beauty peak to peak

nature poetry

About the Creator

Greer Monroe

my mind is my home; weathered & worn. anxiety both friend & foe. towing the edge of exhaustion. insomnia first; chaotic calm, second. forever; paradoxically me ♥️

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