Breathless

This poem can be read three ways.  You can read the bold lines only, the italics lines only or straight through.

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Dawn, and across the plains: mountains


Eyes, through warm air, and darkness: night


Rising, from seemingly nowhere


Giving almost no clue to what's beyond


     Majestic to the point of awe.


     Delicate, not to the point of weakness.


And knowing


And seeing


       no cause to be so,


       no reason to shy away,


          it leaves one breathless.


          I breath without resistance.

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(c) 1987 Norman Dziedzic Jr./>