Alive for the First Time

A face came to the mountain, slowly,
and new pores feigned a crag.
But even birds knew nothing.
Hot sighs were held, how tempted it was.
To be budding in the dark, with animal hands on your nose,
no one can know, the snow so cold
on a newborn scalp,
the beast inside curled into a fold.
Of course,
when the people saw they told.

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