This Whistling Sound

Digging traces in the snow
Under the surface below
Everything those people believe
Still not feeling like a thief;

Random thoughts while moving on
Walking gracefully through blowing storm
My mind is settling when it comes
The rhythm my breathing hums;

Peaceful cold surrounds my cheeks
Climbing to the southern peaks
That town is big enough for all
When you look at them so small;

Feeling every flake of snow
The caring touch to blow
That wind with whistling sound
In this happiness I found.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2021


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