As he returned from his long while up the mountain, they asked him once again,
“Why do go there, what’s kept up there?
Are there some people, who will more admire you, and more will they care?”
“No” replied our quite young, yet old good fellow.
So, is there a mystical wolf, the sky is what he stares, and sniffs your scent before you reach, from the magic in the air?
“No.” Replies again our jolly good fellow,
And says with a polite grin,
“I go there, because the mountain’s there.”
– Aadya Singh
You have stolen my thoughts. Strong writing.ππ
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