Antarctica is a lonely place,
That is what they told me.
Open soundscapes and vast emptiness,
White blizzard pouring down.
A place to lose the soul,
The perspective and the life
As loneliness tells you what it is
And bids you stay, please stay
And the truth?
Antarctica could be anything,
I have never been there, but
Loneliness is not to be listened to,
It is not a place to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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