The Proud Forehead
You share quiet moments with death,Standing tall where the world ends,At the border where life feels fragile,Yet your resolve never bends.The Himalayas stretch endlessly before you,Wrapped in a cold, merciless white.There’s nothing but snow, silence,And your unwavering fight.The wind cuts like knives, the frost grips your soul,But your fire refuses to fade.In the heart of this frozen wilderness,Yo...