Minus fifty
Blinded by snow
Lost in the cold
With no where to go
Alone here
In the endless white
On the horizon
Approaches dark night
Wandering
The Great Expanse
The arctic freeze
I walk in trance
With only minutes left
My time I bid
I die out here
My body frigid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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