Four Stories

Promise me
One day
Let’s travel to Everest
Frozen inside
Our fears
To melt

Lives there
An old poet
Amidst chaos
And dissection,
In peace
As the dance begins

In rain,
As they stand,
To celebrate
The beginnings
Of life
Just happiness
Later to come
The old pain

In its trail,
The desert
Its voice
The caravans


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