Endless white
and still, so still...
the sleepers are
dreaming beneath
a crust of
frozen crystals.

No warmth to
hold and melt
their efforts.

Still, so still
and endless white.
Waiting for warmer
days to uncover
what lies beneath...

by Ursula Tillmann

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