Promise to the Mountain
When I was a child
I hugged the mountain,
held him tight to my chest,
he hugged me back
with its ice-cold river water,
with its cool forest breeze,
with its stars above,
with its deep, bottomless silence.
That night I promised him
one day I will return
with the unfolded yarn
of thread of life
followed by the memories
like migrating birds,
with the lost scent
of that haunting autumn:
the rustle of leafs,
the river’s murmur,
the birds’ songs
that entered paradise...
I promised him one day
I will return with a verse
about me and him
woven from the joy of
spring branches running
through my arms.
Author: Francisc Balogh
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