(In the Rainbow Valley - area below summit of Everest, lied many corpse who died scaling the mountain. One of them was Francys Arsentiev, dubbed as Sleeping Beauty. Hannelore Schmatz was another one died returning from summit via southern route)
She lied still
In the rainbow valley of corpse
Death settled in
Her eyes, so beautifully morphed.
Curse of aeon
Perpetual maybe - as they say,
Not anymore -
She'd be here, forever to stay.
Frozen in time,
She's playing a surreal dream,
In a snowy shrine
Don't wake her up; midstream.
You cannot!
Even if you call and try your best
She'll answer -
Only in the voice of the tempest.
Now I'd like to take
A few more of your moments
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Interludes
PoetryHighest ranking - #7 in sonnet. Musings that escape, in myriad, untouched by mundane grime Cascade onward, whatever space or time. Interludes of such mortal mind Forge a rippling river of rhythm and rhyme, Words etched by the shades of dark, puffe...
