Grown In The Ice



I found a world

I found a promise

buried in ice and snow


I found a story

I found an idea

how long were they out in the cold?


Hidden in the snow

grown in the ice

are they meant to ever be warm?




Creative Portal: Writing Prompt#5

What do you think or feel when you walk through freshly fallen snow? What kind of metaphors do these thoughts bring forth in you?

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