All these decades, years,
days, hours, minutes, seconds,
a small movement of snow
that formed high
on the mountainside
growing into an avalanche
crashing down into
a deep, dark valley
hidden from the sun's rays.
There it lies still, that
concentration of time,
and melts.
01.04.2024
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