The day is almost at the summit
after nineteen hours of climbing;
it had descended from the previous
peak in four and a half quick hours,
finally running downhill, encountering
the light, there, at the roothills
of this mount, starting vigorously,
renewed, its climb, but now it's
tired, the day, it longs to gaze
from the summit, catch it's
breath, perhaps to sit down
for a moment, before starting
the descend, slowly at first.
31.05.2024
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