You kind of have to squint to see it:
The mountain’s snow-capped peaks
Reflecting back the colors of the sky
Are almost lost; so perfectly camouflaged.
I’ve seen relationships like that —
A person whose impact deserves to be huge,
Becoming almost invisible
In the miasma of otherness;
It’s only time and familiarity
That helps us know the magnitude
Of what is being hidden behind
That protective coloration…
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