The clear, peaceful air, gently wraps clouds around
the snow peaked mountain like a silk scarf.
Gleaming sunlight seeps through thin vapour:
Melting the frozen thoughts of my mind
into streams . . .
This
t
r
i
c
k
l
i
n
g . . .
water is you,
this waterfall, torrent
joins the sea...
Words escape me.
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