I’m nothing but a monolith of ice and gravel.
Stuck in these wintry doldrums.
Waiting, waiting for the time
when the birds return home and
Sol’s warm light puts life back in these bones of permafrost.
It is then she’ll come dancing and singing
like the days when we were young.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
I’m nothing but a monolith of ice and gravel.
Stuck in these wintry doldrums.
Waiting, waiting for the time
when the birds return home and
Sol’s warm light puts life back in these bones of permafrost.
It is then she’ll come dancing and singing
like the days when we were young.
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