Free Skies – a poem

Cloud break in unaccustomed manner moves

Me the most to strange happiness, spires and

Sun hanging in a free sky, the ground lies open

Instead of treacherous like the flurries cast

Upon our simple worlds long estranged from fear

Where the ice winds roam, zethyrs of frost

At foaming undrentide.

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