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Frozen Pride
This world of ice.
Forged in frozen sheets,
layer upon layer.
So many attempts to thaw,
daily melting.
Weeping alone, hidden tears
drip from the tips
of every cycle formed.
Crying out, wishing to remain
and finally end the pain,
but it’s hard to move
in the cold.
Days are short.
The sun sets
into lonely frost,
silently creeping in.
Progress made to flow
turns again to ic...
Saturday 30th March 2024 8:50 pm
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