When I look at the snow peaks
  Something in me so speaks :
These white and lonely old men
       Sitting….since don’t know when…

    They look sadly at our world
          ( when fog does not make it blurred)

These peaks….they …well…put in me
            Thoughts of joy and fear….alternately

Sometimes I want to touch
     ….their beauty…..I swear is such
         Some other times…. I simply stare
                To go near …I cannot dare !

But one thing….I can clearly state
         These snow peaks…..they fascinate !!!