A journey downwards BY GAMRA ZENAIDI
Once on the summit of a snow-covered mountain
Before the last morning star totally vanished
Sat a legendary long-bearded man
Draped in a heavenly cloak, far whiter than then enchanting snow! Above, the overlooking sky seemed within his reach
The spellbound man stretched his arm as far as he could
Seized a handful of rebellious clouds
Hardly did he shut his shaking hand that his heart leapt
He wondered whether he could tame that bit of cloud! "Great would be my bliss if these clouds were mine! I would reign over the rain, the snow and the mighty floods!" He cautiously opened his hand with his precious clouds. "Where have they gone? Who dared steal my silver clouds
Wide-eyed with anguish, he looked around
The clouds, the snow, the fog melting in a wholesome crowd
The rock, released from his stifling weight
Stumbled and downwards fell apart
Awakening the peaceful dream-like universe
The man slipped, rolled behind as tiny as a grain
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