Red and gray,
rock and ice
if it rains or snow
feel the touch.

It’s not easy to breath,
neither to walk.
Time froze your heart,
froze your nose,
froze your plans.

Let it go.
Is time to fly,
upon the Mer de Glace
to greet Mont Blanc
climb Aiguilles, 
up and down.

Red and gray are faced,
treasures ...
not easy to find
paths and rails curve
between rock and ice.

Crystals, monasteries
seem gone,
yet one day
glaciers will melt
if you freeze time

There is a place ...
not that far,
between clouds and space
so clear, so cold
so dark, so warm.
Where dreams get condensed
where dreams climb.

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  1. kgbethlehem dice:

    Good evening. I really love your poem. I could picture almost every word, phase you uttered in your writing. I reminded me when I went mountain climbing many years ago and funny enough, I just engaged in a 8 mile hike in Virginia. This is a well written poem and I would love to feature this on my poetry corner. I will reblog your post and hopefully others will visit your site. Again, well done.

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  2. kgbethlehem dice:

    Reblogueó esto en KG Bethlehemy comentado:
    Good evening everyone and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry. This week is a nice, visual poem by a fantastic writer name 30 BaNaNas and the poem is called “Chamonix.” Please visit this poet’s page, you won’t be disappointed.

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  3. Anónimo dice:

    Mw encantoo¡¡

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