Poetry collection 1

If I were a snowflake

If I were a snowflake falling from the skies of Himalayas,

I would dance and twirl, a delicate spiral in the breeze,

Drifting through the crisp mountain air, weightless and free,

Guided by the whispers of the ancient trees.

I would soar with grace, in the company of the stars,

Gently descending upon the majestic Mount Everest,

A dream within reach, an ethereal quest,

To touch the pinnacle, where heaven and earth coalesce.

With every descent, I would embrace the cold embrace,

Kissing the icy surface, as I caress the frozen peaks,

In this frozen kingdom, where time itself seems to freeze,

I would find solace, a sanctuary that my soul seeks.

Oh, to be a snowflake, untouched by mortal fears,

To conquer the heights, without facing my own demise,

To bear witness to nature's grandeur, with wide-open eyes,

And leave an ethereal mark, as if painting the skies.

But alas, I am but a mortal, bound by earthly chains,

Unable to escape the confines of my human frame,

Yet, in dreams, I can still be the snowflake that claims,

The summit of Everest, where freedom has no name.

So, I'll close my eyes, and let my mind take flight,

Imagining the Himalayan winds that carry me high,

For in the realm of dreams, I can touch the sky,

And conquer the mountains, without saying goodbye.

If I were a snowflake, I would choose this lofty quest,

To dance upon Everest's crown, with eternal zest,

For in the realm of dreams, I find solace and rest,

A place where impossibilities become manifest.

p.s.: I didn't make this alone...