Still
ice forms
lips bleed
untruths
The Mind
becomes
numb
yet
I still believe
yes
I believe
in the worth of one’s intent
How can it be
you ask?
It is a place
of comfort
freedom from war
conflict
tearing bits of
soul
into remnants
of what could
have been
Once
upon
a
time.
Photography & poetry by FawnRising
2017 December 25
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