it all depends on your views.
It may look bad for you,
it may look good for me,
but in reality it's how your heart and
your eyes sees it.
I could have been alone on that peer,
awaiting for a ray of sunshine,
of a breeze escaping from the broken ice,
no wildlife around to shatter my illusions,
just silence broken by the clicks of my
camera and the shattering of my teeth
to the frigid cold.
The sky was covered only with a white
veil letting my illusions wonder around
not knowing where they were going to
fumble in the thickness of my illusions.
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