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Avalanche
Thirteen

Dedicated to May. My cloud.

A cloud touches
 1
stony edges sharpened
 2
by years of existence
 3
as layers are added
 4
with each brush stroke of
 5
the rabid river pre-destined
 6
by creation to leave
 7
rocks on its shores.
 8
 
 
So soft-
 9
it melts with the
 10
roughness to leave
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snow caped slopes
 12
for people to enjoy
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and together they
 14
form the perfect
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mountain.
 16
 
 
We grew together;
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my slopes steeper
 18
by the day and
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her- a mountain of
 20
ice that blinds me
 21
leaving no cave
 22
untouched
 23
unchanged.
 24
 
 
It was inevitable;
 25
I shuddered
 26
one cold morning
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and revealed
 28
my scars....
 29
 
 
too bad it was summer.
 30

25 Jul 08

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Comments:

cute; icy; nice image, an avalanche like a shudder, in summer, i love the last line.
 — nisetru

very nice.
: )
 — fractalcore

Thank you nisetru and fractalcore for your kindness. May your ice never melt. ( Meant in the best way best things were meant to be said)
 — Thirteen

very interesting...very cool
and the end line is perfect
nICE...
 — JKWeb

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