Poem: Distant Peak

I’m too tired to think anymore today. Please enjoy this short post.

We left all we loved
to stand before the mountain.
I loved not its peak.

Gentle winds run down
cold air rustling the trees
bearing icy gusts.

I see barren snow,
heaven’s eternal winter,
and long for my home.

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