Poem: Lost Horizon

No matter where I was,
the sun couldn’t always shine
on my face.
Sometimes the glass buildings would reflect it back to me,
sometimes would hide it from me.
But I know if I let myself
shrink with the ephemeral
touch of amenity,
I might lose the chance
of putting the warmth within me.
Maybe fulfilling a prophecy.
Turning to Ice.
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