Your triple crown
topped in
ice-aged white,
rises above the morning light,
breathtaking,
so majestic & tranquil.
Many have succumbed
to your magic,
to the dangerous-passion
you do satisfy.
I heard you calling,
seducing me
in an alpinista language.
Your ancient frozen voices
shoot snow streamers
into the blackened skies,
beckoning me
to take your summit,
but only if
you'll let me.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Your triple crown
topped in
ice-aged white,
rises above the morning light,
breathtaking,
so majestic & tranquil.
Many have succumbed
to your magic,
to the dangerous-passion
you do satisfy.
I heard you calling,
seducing me
in an alpinista language.
Your ancient frozen voices
shoot snow streamers
into the blackened skies,
beckoning me
to take your summit,
but only if
you'll let me.
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