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A SILENT POEM
 
In the beginning it must have been
that the Neanderthal
emerged from his cave
early one day
into a cold and ruthless world
 
and noticed for the first time
sun’s reflection glistening
upon lake tranquility
between twin peaks
of a snow covered summit.
 
And speechless
as he might have been
for images never seen
he fell to his knees
staring mutely
 
unable to excise
the swell in his soul
and realized
each morning thereafter
would speak differently.