Spires of ice rise from the emerald sea
Pillars of stone reach out and scratch the slate sky
Black veins move life within her
Her black roots spread outwards
As tenticals in search of food
And within her
Life
A hundred thousand stories
Each one unique
Each one of the utmost importance
A hundred thousand people
With only one thing in common
They live to stay alive
They make art
They invent
They live
They die
They make a home in her
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
Spires of ice rise from the emerald sea
Pillars of stone reach out and scratch the slate sky
Black veins move life within her
Her black roots spread outwards
As tenticals in search of food
And within her
Life
A hundred thousand stories
Each one unique
Each one of the utmost importance
A hundred thousand people
With only one thing in common
They live to stay alive
They make art
They invent
They live
They die
They make a home in her
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