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Boots in the blue dawn.
Pack straps bite my shoulders.
You said, “keep moving on.”
So I marked the white ridges.
Wind cut through my gloves.
Ice spoke under my heels.
Every step was a promise.
Every breath was a deal.
And the sky kept leaning low.
And the trail kept getting thin.
I could feel your name in me,
like a fire under skin.
Glacier Traverse
Glacier Traverse
Hold the line, hold the line
We go on, we go on
Glacier Traverse
Glacier Traverse
If I fall, pull me up
Till the лед turns to sun
Meltwater in the seams.
Rope grooved into my palms.
A cracked map in my pocket.
Your last note kept me calm.
Saw our tracks disappear
in the mouth of the storm.
Still I walked that white edge
like I’d been there before.
And the dark kept pressing in.
And the slope kept taking more.
I could hear your voice inside,
like a hammer on a door.
Glacier Traverse
Glacier Traverse
Hold the line, hold the line
We go on, we go on
Glacier Traverse
Glacier Traverse
If I fall, pull me up
Till the лед turns to sun
When the whole world turned to glass,
I found my heart still moving.
Not a shrine, not a flag —
just two feet choosing.
If the cold wants my name,
let it learn it from my steps.
I’m not made of staying still.
I’m made of what comes next.
Glacier Traverse
Glacier Traverse
Hold the line, hold the line
We go on, we go on
Glacier Traverse
Glacier Traverse
If I fall, pull me up
Till the лед turns to sun
Boots in the blue dawn.
Pack straps bite my shoulders.
You said, “keep moving on.”
So I marked the white ridges.
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