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Nov 2015
NIGHT ON A BARE MOUNTAIN

Time loses its way
in the dark

even I have been
erased

by what
I cannot see

unsure that I am
still me

I touch the tear
on my cheek

to reassure myself

I am: & that
the world is.

I whistle Mussorgsky
to keep a stiff upper lip

up.

Spring waits
at the top of the mountain.

I climb towards
the new dawn.
My friend got lost in the fog and the dark on a mountain but found herself in the dawn of a new morning. She suffered only from being very scared and very cold.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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