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Look, it’s like that snow-plowed mountain there
immovable as Everest
Silent, lovely, yet fragile
But, like… no, you get me
As days grow longer
It melts slowly
Tragic till
spring blooms
…Right?
About the Creator
Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (5)
Love how there is a thread of hope. A very thin one. I actually started working on something similar a week ago. I guess that's going to happen since they are all centered around the same topic. This challenge is growing on me.
That uncertain right?
Guess all good things come to an end. Loved your Nonet!
So sad an occurrence, young love should bloom, not melt away. Yet, it takes work to keep the ground fires burning. Youth is impatient...yet resilient.
This has such an authentic conversational tone to it. Great concept, well executed!