In
the
incandescent ancient meeting hall
smiles and handshakes all around
out
I step into winter’s night
Snow piled high around my path
as
the stars align through sky and mind
always
the universe’s perfect,
cool,
detached forever beauty
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Standing At The Gates Of The West 
Lots of great word-imagery that evokes emotion for me. Love it!
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Thank you so much Susan!
That’s very kind.
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