Poetry in Frost – a poem

Hard ground, sparkle frost coats the world

In white, strange spots of ice creeping spider

Crack wide, radiation like in shock cold calming,

Clean, pure, a land transformed to realms

Of strangeness by the dip of dire winter,

Tangential trials that push subsidiaries aside

For a mind more willing to breathe in frost

Without the world of attached, inherent fears.



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