quinta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2014

Antartica

A frozen, gusty wind
conjures me to focus
on every single thing.

I seize this very instant
and gaze upon this
candid land so distant.

Nature squeals within
icebergs, seals and whales:
tales of great suffering.

And this deafening sound
keeps shriveling my heart
as I am homeward bound.

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