The first steps persuade me to keep on climbing
For my limited sight can't zoom ahead
And my relaxing feet enjoy the journey yet keeps hiking
But becomes horrible when the sun goes to bed
Unreachable it looks when half way through
When it increases its gradient with caves and slippery rocks
Where the summit is risk-taking to get to
In a high altitude above cloud level where thunder knocks
All seen below is a white layer, steam-like jet
with my frozen body as if out of my blouse
Alas! I was cheated, I regret;
Its secrete lies in the clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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