A Viewfinder into The Past
Frosted Verse

The ice crevasse splits into a million pieces,
as snow gently falls into the deep abyss,
melting away, the effects slowly fade,
until they reach the sunlit surface, sparkling white.
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The dark veil draws near and then lifts,
as the first snow petals grace its surface.
Silence surrounds me wherever I tread,
a subtle whisper of a secret passing by.
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In its white attire, a snow watch
offers all that I require;
a gentle warmth from its breath,
and a guiding light held in gloved hands.
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The harsh grasp of winter takes hold,
squeezing my crackling bones and muscles,
leaving a chilly lace upon my face,
false warmth, blunt and motionless.
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I wave my hand, causing the frost to shake
as it sprinkles down like icing from the cake.
Memories of distant lands arise,
bringing forth a mix of emotions, solid and cold.
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The paths, once filled with grief,
are now inconsolable and forgotten.
The snowy landscape mood has enveloped them,
causing it all to disappear.
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Everything vanishes and resurfaces
in a new, powerful form,
fashioned from years drenched in tears
and buried emotions, hard to comfort.
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...


Comments (1)
Such a lovely melancholy flow to this Mescaline… However, where you have … The paths, once filled with grief, are now inconsolable and forgotten. the word inconsolable seems in opposition to what you are saying as it doesn’t convey a concept of moving on or drifting away. Perhaps … The paths, once filled with grief, are now resigned, forgotten. Just a suggestion. Loved this poem. 💕😉