Air full of mist,
frozen trees and iced landscape.
Tiny droplets trickling down my face
Chill runs down my spine
Cotton candy fog fills my eyes
As I point ahead
to the massive, tall hill.
"That is the mountain I will move today"
Pulled down my gloves,
Shook of the brown rust,
It is an impossible journey
"and that is why I must"
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
Air full of mist,
frozen trees and iced landscape.
Tiny droplets trickling down my face
Chill runs down my spine
Cotton candy fog fills my eyes
As I point ahead
to the massive, tall hill.
"That is the mountain I will move today"
Pulled down my gloves,
Shook of the brown rust,
It is an impossible journey
"and that is why I must"
