When I look at the snow peaks
Something in me so speaks :
These white and lonely old men
Sitting….since don’t know when…
They look sadly at our world
( when fog does not make it blurred)
These peaks….they …well…put in me
Thoughts of joy and fear….alternately
Sometimes I want to touch
….their beauty…..I swear is such
Some other times…. I simply stare
To go near …I cannot dare !
But one thing….I can clearly state
These snow peaks…..they fascinate !!!
Textured Painting made with Acrylic paints using Pallete knife on canvas....takes me to the mountain land of chill air....COME ALONG...ALL!!!
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