mountains so stiff—
where i mediate.
the echoes on the land
where i seem float while i stand.
the agony of cold breeze
blown from the void of their peek's mist.
hikers falling from the avalanche
of my unwanted storm.
a now bird flying
later i see them freezing.
save me and help me soar
and escape. make their cold temper
go away. forgive the quarrel
of these amicable mountains.
when i am just the air
who stands in between.
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Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
