Climb

Mountains hide the truth.

Powder my heart with snow.

Trails are created with love.

Pure is the frozen lines of life.

My existence,

I travel through the pathways of time.

Frozen, the secrecy of the heart.

Immaturity meets fear on the joy ride.

Climb

Mountains hide pride.

Sculpt the legitimacy of my life.

Engrave my complexion in the ice.

Snow queens carve their way through the trees.

Step by step, the avalanche’s blanket the old ways.

Stay in the softness of grace.

Fly high into the windy cold skyline.

New worlds arrive on the other side of time.

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