The Heavens are Blanketed with a Soft Cerulean Hue,
Beneath Which are Nestled Mountains of Ice
Sparkling of Pale Steel Blue.
This Winter Wonderland is Devoid of Soil,
That Accursed Ground from which Man Must Toil.
Pure Water is the Genesis of this The Ice-Covered Landscape;
Though Arctic,
A Calmness Beckons the Soul to Desire this Place…
Its Solitude and Serenity,
A Most Peculiar Solace of Escape.
Astounded Eyes of Wonderment Behold,
The Icy Blue and White Antarctic Analogous of Cold,
In All Its Brilliant Bedazzlement Of Diamantine.
A Foreign Frontier Never Before Seen--
Frozen Paradise of White Velveteen,
With Your Majestic Pale Steel Blue Mountainous Ice,
Wearing Caps of White,
Sparkling Against the Days‘ Sunlight.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Glimpses Of Forgotten Souls
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