After a brush with death
his eyes were like kaleidoscopes
the scene reflected himself in relation
to an ever changing world
he felt impermance
in an after glow
as the sun decended behind
the mountain's asylum
Soldier Summit's quieted railroad
an attraction to some
but for others a refuge
after a long and hateful dawn
May their souls rest in peace
those who eternally are blanketed by snow
and may the moutains speak
to the survivors who fight to reach the top of them
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 8:16 AM UTC
After a brush with death
his eyes were like kaleidoscopes
the scene reflected himself in relation
to an ever changing world
he felt impermance
in an after glow
as the sun decended behind
the mountain's asylum
Soldier Summit's quieted railroad
an attraction to some
but for others a refuge
after a long and hateful dawn
May their souls rest in peace
those who eternally are blanketed by snow
and may the moutains speak
to the survivors who fight to reach the top of them
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