The
pain of death
Gone
with the wind
Leaving
the memories
Walking
ahead to living
The
heroes and deaths
In
time of tragedies
No
race or religion
It
is saving lives
The
whirring in the mountain
Listening
to the call of Nature
Maybe
there will be unseen guides
Watching
all over the climbers
The
living will honour
The
remembrance of those perished
So
young and some in prime of their lives
Gone
too soon living the marks on the mountain
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