Frigid Poem
- Ata Zargarof
- Oct 23, 2016
- 1 min read
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.
10/16/2016
Richmond
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