Boundless Ice - Poem by Aaron Lynn
The thinking constructing this wretched tune.
Is the howling towards a shrouded moon.
As a bird soaring tender versus tarnished skies.
I cautiously ponder this boundless ice.
The frost assembled within my heart.
Emotions develop, but never part.
An affection, immortal, never was free.
Still hindered by the powers that be.
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