The Mists Of The Mountain
we sit here facing the mists of
the mountains
this November as we escape
city life
we catch a glimpse of who we are
what we really are
the mists slowly fade away and we stop
to ponder
we exhale we inhale we taste a moment
of life
we feel a little of death
we prepare for the next step
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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