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Blizzards
Piercing through my lungs
A spear made of ice
Whilst climbing a mountain
Covered in white
As hard as stone
Abandoned in treacherous winds
Collapsing in the bleary fog
Gasping for air
In the early morning winds
With not a soul in sight
Loved this, so atmospheric.
Loved this, so atmospheric. Lovely poem.
Thank you :')
Thank you :')