Remembrance in a time of warmth

I am the cold fear

Never met

That feeds the grass

In fields

 

I am the blinding

Shadow land

My blood the life

In rivers

 

I am the dead place

Flat and hard

You need me to survive

The Summers

 

I am the breath

Taken in

A time of change

Makes new

 

I am the white

Hand grasping

Your planet from

Both ends

 

I am the balance point

You need

The place where you can’t go

And live

 

Love me at your peril

But love me none the less

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