Oscar Bian

The Summit

Here I am,
On the top of the world
Isolated among the snowy pines
Insignificant to those icy lines
Alone in the freezing atmosphere
The cold or the beauty creating tear.
Here I am infinitely high,
Neighboring the sky,
And everything else is miles away
Except for the sun and his stroking rays.




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