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Boreas Breath MAG
We know the truth,
I know we do.
It’s cold outside;
the glass of our window
is covered in florid
designs of frostbitten water.
We know the truth,
the secret behind this molecular ballet.
We know the secret of the empty
black night sky.
Shivers are not pleasant,
but neither is a day without snow.
Where is the snow?
Where is the ice?
Does it hang up in the air,
a framework of crystallized frost?
Yes – it sits,
it floats.
Waiting to bring resolution.
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I clicked on it because it reminded me of the words Aurora Borealis, which i intend to write about the first time i see it...
Pretty poem
love it though!
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