At The Top Of The Mountain....
the air begins
to thin,
you grasp for
breath
it is cold and
lonely
there is no one there
except you...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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the air begins
to thin,
you grasp for
breath
it is cold and
lonely
there is no one there
except you...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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