The Overlook
The Overlook sits on a mountain
Snow covered in its wait
For those whose power are fountains
To wander into its fate
No one looks in the darkened window
No one pushes through the door
Nary a thought enters it windrow
Where rue is lamented more
Dark clouds are a distraction
Dark thoughts become aware
The simplicity is the attraction
Living on in its despair
The overlook sits on a mountain
Attractive well defined
Vacating thoughts for a moment
Capturing what’s in your mind
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by Bill Ferguson
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