Ice cap in the distance,
a quiet hum if you listen.
An unsteady, false spring;
New hope with it bring.
A change in the atmosphere,
on the brink I stand here.
New love can now be chosen,
so why like the ice, do I remain frozen?
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Author:
HerTime (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2026 12:28
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Great metaphor in this poem of seasons and temperature as well as new love and the timidity to reach out. Well done
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