One Windy Night
Here I stand
on an amber mountain
under a weeping sky
against the shouting wind,
trying to hold on
to the only channel
that connects me
to the outside world.
Where all vegetations lean
to the wind's direction,
I stand straight
trying to brave
the blows.
December 22, 2023, PST, Sandelain, Palayan City
On mountain top
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