Into The Himalayas

Panchachuli range from munsyari uttarakhand

With every breath you take, the sweet smell of pine rhymes within,

Descend upon your heart an unknowness ready to spill,

The path ahead is a velvet cloak of silence, and less.

The soft popcorn snaps of newly lit fires at corner,

As the last sun rays fade behind the delicate clouds.

From red to orange to nothing,

Into the Himalaya.