On a cold windy night
Comes the wail of the north
Howling retribution
With icy frigid hands
Reaching for my slumber
Seeking dissolution
Of Eden, do I yearn
In a dreamy warm realm
Blinded to commotions
So saddening, the cry
The howling of the north
Bereft - raw emotion
I'm immune to its lure
Wrapped with tranquility
And fervid devotion
An island unawares
In an ocean of ice
Such rebellious notions
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2018 11:32
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
A fine write. We don't want any ice just yet though, in Spring! lol.
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