Tibet

Mountains blanketed in mist,
The stillness of another world;
A dazzling gem, clutched in tight fingers;
A sublime poetic line,
Poised and shivering underneath
An eraser thumb;
And a land’s native son
Can never go home again.

Written 4/17/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

About ravenswingpoetry

I am a 35 year old writer from Columbus, OH and the creator of Raven's Wing Poetry. I am a poet, seeker, fellow traveler, and Aspie.

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