Among the mountaintops
Frozen bodies lay still
A cascading wind's toil
Not soon forgotten
The rising smoke
The falling leaves
A journey unwinding
Through ice and fire
The glimmer of the moon
Guides my way
As I ascend
A paragon of winter
A specter of light
Boreal tundra
Chills my soul
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