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Druzzayne Rika May 2017
Simplicity
is difficult to construct
It comes naturally
or doesn't .
Druzzayne Rika Dec 2017
My Dreams are all Nightmares

starting with sparkles

leaving me in darkness.
Nylee Nov 2017

Even my good days are
pretty bad.
apollota Apr 2017
How long did the water clog your throat before you could finally breathe in death?
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Reckless cloudbursts
rippling reverberations-
Her harmonic ensemble
hits a deafening crescendo:
taunts my senses, paralysed;
haunts my spirit, petrified.
Destructive forces of tides and winds orchestrated by nature's fury.
Traversing edges,
gliding o’er sledges
undulating ridges,
crossing broken bridges:
One could sense-
the Zephyr’s nudge;
glacier’s gelid grudge-
Frigid frail feet, fail to budge,
the mirage of hope, forever will trudge
traces of existence, begin to smudge.
A mini poem on 'Avalanches' – your arch nemesis in the Arctic.

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