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A poetic posting by Sha'Tara, local writer and friend.
Ice
Sha'Tara ~%~)
Ice
she says quietly.
Stalagmite, stalactite:
you and me
alone in a cave.
Ice
answers he softly,
hard, cold and brittle:
hiding way out here
alone in a cave.
Ice
whispers the wind,
shards of frozen snow
flashing ice light,
breath from a cave.
Ice
frozen stone cracks:
too warm, too soft
human bodies unfit
hunger in a cave.
Ice
screams the storm
howling in our minds:
no human voices answer
to warm a cave.
Ice
says Death smiling
his toothy smile
not unsympathetically
empties a cave.
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Love ya!
Jane
Ron
Peace, love and blessings,
John Michael