A Mountain Climbing Echo Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

A Mountain Climbing Echo



Flashlights landmarks
Sunlight yellow
Snow white feet frozen
In purity of the dead silence

A bird will perch
From the pines
Nothing else will happen

A mountain climbing echo
Wing-like beats dug in the sky
Closing down
Blue cloud breath broken
Ends the day in a flake
So easy to die and melt

A bird will perch
From the pines
Nothing else will happen

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