Frigid Poem

Dawn is quick, but Love is slow,

patient flower to be sewn

in hostility of snow

strong like thousand year-old stone.

Night is long, but Love shall last

longer than whatever past

looms in heart like icy glass,

over mind like Ocean-mass.



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Endless Writer © Ata Zargarof 2020

BC, Canada