ICE AGE
An endless plate of ice
The camel carries me
Treading heavily
Icy tears from sobbing splutter
It stumbles
Over the tips of the pyramids
Weeping
The soul is wrenched
My firefly is not here
At nine
As it once was
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A refined poetic imagination, Sasa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.