light

The birds are too big to alight on the mountains.
Nonchalance of a step amplifies the weight of the wings,
but the voices are buried in the snow forever.
Dormant snakes bless the alphabets of the horizons and seething billboards.
Winters here are known for itchy tails, earbleeding and superfluous light.

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