Snow-capped mountains
Walking on the edge
On both sides the abyss
Watching my steaming breath
Touching the snow
With bare sensitive hands
Listening to my heart
And it’s fiery demands
Cool mountain breeze
Caressing my naked soul
Soaring towards limitless skies
On a threshold; dreams exposed
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Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 
Beautiful picture! I’m a descendent of the Donnelly clan, and hope to visit Ireland someday!
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Thank you! You wont regret such a visit!! Ireland is like another world, enchanting, raw, poetic, untamed… I just blew in and stayed… 🙂
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I just got goosebumps from your snow and I felt my eyes close envisioning your landscape. I wish I was there with you to experience it! Iontach!
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Goosebumps, we like! 🙂 Perhaps you will one day…
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A wonderful thought! My rotating background on the desktop of my computer is all Ireland. I hope I do ❤
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That gotta be a beautiful background! 🙂
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Indeed it is! You would know, My Lass. ❤
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😉
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Gorgeous words paired with stunning shot! Nature can be so therapeutic ❤
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Himani, thank you so much!
It is always wonderful receive your beautiful comments. I agree, nature is a force clearing away the dead wood within.
Have a great day! 🙂
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Gorgeous feeling in this, Hanne. I felt my hands upon the mountain – wonderful poetry 🙂
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Thank you, Laine. Sometimes words slip out on shorter lines…. 🙂
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You got me thinking Hanne. I broke my poem today down into shorter lines (the way it was originally published) after reflecting on this comment. I think it reads better with shorter lines. Thanks 🙂
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The “To Be A Mountain” ? I just re-read it, it is strong as ever!
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