Running upon tender permafrost The fragile life on sure limbs Scuffed hands with lucent thoughts to touch Seasons unflinching. Still, the settled soil gives way to blue Clinging to winter’s craft.
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Thanks Nicole!
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Wonderful ♥️
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Transcendent.
Thanks Camilla.
Enchanting
Thanks my friend!
I love your poem. It took me a couple of reads to notice your words under the picture, “Hope is the world”, which adds another layer. Beautiful.
Yes, thanks. Much like Permafrost. It’s in layers. Take care!
Lucent is a lovely word
Yes, I would agree.
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