Poem: Lost Horizon

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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