Pursuit – Poem

Shark fin of Meru
The sliding snow of Everest

When I run short of breath
Catching glimpses of the moving sun

Face cupped in toasty palms
Breaking frost and it’s bite

A cold heart goes numb
Dimly warmed in recess of memories

In pursuit, my top of the world

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