Explorers of the tundras.
Wanderers of a higher purpose,
Bearing the throes of a million winters,
Carrying the flame as the others retreated within their burrows.
In darkness we see no night.
Deep within nature's deadfall lies another sunrise,
Another day in search of a memory.
Who knows what they'll find?
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Explorers of the tundras.
Wanderers of a higher purpose,
Bearing the throes of a million winters,
Carrying the flame as the others retreated within their burrows.
In darkness we see no night.
Deep within nature's deadfall lies another sunrise,
Another day in search of a memory.
Who knows what they'll find?
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