Unfettered Souls


When fettered souls unfettered go
like climbers from a whiteout snow
emerging blindly from the cold
their winter'd souls have grown so old.

As passing thru a filmy veil
cheeks gone white, a deathly pale
they breathe at last in light of day
the sting of death has passed away.

picture taken in July '06 @ Haystack Rock in Cannon Beach, Oregon

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