Mountain man,
walks trough the paths of solitude
towards the hut of revelation,
mountain man,
needs no stars to bright his night.
Mountain man,
with deep old boots, walks
on the way of remembrance,
towards the hut of revelation
mountain man,
has no other idea of the life.
Cold breeze blows into his chests,
mountain man, walks
trough the rocks and ice
he walks, towards his hut
to find himself, in eternity.
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Walking through solitude. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.