To my Thatha for his Birthday.
Snow-capped mountains glisten like diamonds
Reaching
its velvet chills as far as the eye can see
Dying fir
trees smell like heaven on earth
Its
heavenly scents slipping up, up until it reaches the ether
Leopards
slip around like feathers in the wind
Leaving
naught but footprints behind
A poem is
written here, its soul resides in the heart of the scene
Not in
words, but it will one day be expressed in such
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