The Everest

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After days of climbing, with the sharp breeze caressing my face like the hands of a dying lover, I reach the top. At the highest point of humanity, I’ve never felt so low, insignificant. Here a top of this ice sculpture I realise that if I froze right now I would be nothing but another rock, adding one more layer to something bigger.

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Progression

Her eyes were wide open
searching for that spark
she named love at first sight;

Promoted by hormonal variation,
mood and attraction.
Actually, it was but an inbred reaction
that shook her
core,
bones,
navel.

and made her
sigh deeply,
relax notoriously,
f
a
l
l
astronomically

Though like in a ripped rope
the connection was cut.
She realised that right from the start
her eyes were in fact tightly shut.