Flitting between cracks,
In the ethereal ice,
This minuscule, magnificent
Being considers them gorges
Of delicate ice, yes,
Not of the gray, scratched
Rock that makes a gorge
So harsh and hurtful
The majestic ice-cap,
Prepares for its funeral,
Slowly gives way to the
Haunting presence above
Cracking for relief, is a
movement the insect applauds
For the Ice that is dying,
Has preserved far too many
dead insects
-Poem Fanatic
Wow. I love this! So detailed and the imagery is great! Thanks for sharing this with us!
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