Where Mountains Breath

The path is silent, buried deep in frost,
No footprints left, no names to call.
The sky drinks light, the stars are lost —
I walk alone, I feel it all.

The earth beneath me hums like wire,
Each step a ghost, each breath a flame.
It pulls me back, this ancient fire —
But nothing here remains the same.

This is where the mountains breathe,
Where the cold wind speaks my name.
I dissolve beneath the trees,
I forget what I became.
Cherry blossoms in the dust,
Bloom and vanish with the snow.
I return, but not for trust —
Only shadows seem to know.

The fields are burning in my mind,
Red poppies twist in silent rage.
Time here never moves in lines —
It circles like a gilded cage.

The voices sleep beneath the ground,
Whispers carved in stone and steel.
I try to scream but make no sound —
I don’t know what’s false or real.

This is where the mountains breathe,
Where the cold wind speaks my name.
I dissolve beneath the trees,
I forget what I became.
Cherry blossoms in the dust,
Bloom and vanish with the snow.
I return, but not for trust —
Only shadows seem to know.

I touch the sky, but it won’t hold.
I chase the warmth, but I stay cold.
Everything I lost still waits for me —
Buried deep beneath the memory.

I was here… I never left.