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Jason’s Rock – A View from Black Mountain Tops

This what love may feel like. It was for me.

Enshrined Poetry

We drift into the oblivion,
We forget our own names.
We trace black circles,
Around our birth stains.
We use ladders to reach above Mountain tops, to feel some Type of greatness-
We deny the torturous Reminder,we will be without The other.
We trace black circles,
Around our birth stains;
To find each other in the next life.

Art and Poem by: Naomi Ruth Saharski W. Muse: J.B.W.

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