A mountain peak

I had a dream
About staying on a mountain peak
Somewhere in the Himalayas.
The snow was blindingly white,
And everything would sparkle
In the sunlight.
A huge black horse
Was walking on the plato
Where I lay
On strikingly cold snow.
Humid clouds were rotating fast
Under my feet.

The moment was so monumental and precious
That I still recall
The coldness of snow
And the freshness of the air.

In fact,
Our whole life
Is movement
Towards some mountain peak.


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