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Sunday, May 5, 2019

A Gift of Cold


Cold of glaciers chill my bones
Sweeping down from mountains
Icy streams and cool winds
Stealing heat from stifling days
Pulling me back into myself
An individual among individuals
Bound to life and intertwined
With the world in present mind.

Posted by Ælfhild Wiklund at 2:51 PM
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