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wintry mausoleum.

Purple lips, unmoving
delicately frosted lashes.
Eyes open,
cloaked with nothingness.
His heart, defeated
by the mountain’s fury.
The glacial peaks
form his icy sepulcher.
Strange mountaineer,
Are you my missing brother?


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please give me any advice or responses. thanks
Written October 7th, 2006

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  • robert bolin
    October 7, 2006
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    When I was reading this poem -- Many ideas came rushing to mind
    Places and times un seen un lived by people of today, Times where the face of the earth layed frozen in silence and caves were the only shelters where man could find absolution from the preditors of the out side realm very powerful write, Thank you for allowing me to read and comment on your work..