Mount Everest
Looking at the blue sky
From the roots of the mountain,
I see the rocky plain and the snows
I start climbing it
As I give myself courage to my last step
I feel the bite of cold rocks and icy
But the beauty of the peak takes the last breath away
I raise my arms so weary
And give the great mountain a good bop
As it heaves a great sigh
And I say, “I have won the long trial”
Indeed, the mountain is unforgettable.
#DeadBee
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
>>>Bold PenARt
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