Parallel by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Parallel

It's the thin air that calls me
The high altitude
Not the cold nor the snow
I'm not old yet to know solitude

The tunneling wind will
Whisper and reminisce
The rain soaking, the sun still
The forest dark, an abyss

The hills tower, surround me
I'm a child in their nest
The first hour, they found me
Nurtured by every crest

Take me back to the mountain
Bring me here to these ranges
I drink from its spring fountain
To quench all of the changes

It's a parallel place
To my first origin
A new layer, new face
I'm embraced from within


by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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