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Mar 2019
A frozen Phoenix of wind,
wings ablaze from limb to limb,
its ashes creep into a chill, a twinge,
No comfort here, no home, no inn

A frozen tundra of sea,
a delicate feast for the eyes to see,
slowly and gentle it rocks the boat,
but ice is traveling while something's afloat
Written by
Eshua  14/M/Eaton Rapids
(14/M/Eaton Rapids)   
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