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The Black Diamond
Karol Luczkiewicz
Large white peaks
In their silence, magnificence
All that nature has to offer
And today’s sweat-soaked coat
The white crystals that my gasp bring in
Remind me of my thirst
My shivering, as well as others’
To consequent the burst of wind that rushes by
The cold air burns my exhausted lungs
My brother’s pat on the back brings me to life
And I look down
As the senses of home and fear abruptly shine
And dance to the joy they bestow upon me
Rhyanne Noche