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Distance, dismay came to me
Like apprehension does to all
The fearful hope, expectations rise
Yet no change, we fall
The isolation of such beauty
Can yet never be replaced.
But obese characteristics
Of geographic origins
Most are blind to these faults.
Motionless, entrapment
We are watching the dance with the dead
I dread departing my roots
But I must leave from this place
The frost, the winds,
An instance of visual perception
Mental visions, I must leave
From this place
For the dreams which I've had.
For all that I've desired.
Like flowers under the frost,
Fantasy was mine
