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The snow picks up speed,
Whipping chilling fingers quickly,
That rake the land's green pelt and any in the way.
So many travel as one,
And the wind shouts loudly,
Calling forth the weak and the meek.
To the ice,
They wander in confusion,
Met by teeth of darling silver and white.
So many remain,
Yet even then the storm strikes,
And thin down the numbers thrust ice.
With one little pup,
Whose fate was life to the snow,
As large round eyes close one last time.
As the saying goes,
Only the strong survive,
Yet in a land of ice so few remain.
Winter's chill dances on bones,
And even the strong are drained,
As their final night draws to a close.
The snow picks up,
And without a voice to know,
The winter lets out a final howl to the moon.
Whipping chilling fingers quickly,
That rake the land's green pelt and any in the way.
So many travel as one,
And the wind shouts loudly,
Calling forth the weak and the meek.
To the ice,
They wander in confusion,
Met by teeth of darling silver and white.
So many remain,
Yet even then the storm strikes,
And thin down the numbers thrust ice.
With one little pup,
Whose fate was life to the snow,
As large round eyes close one last time.
As the saying goes,
Only the strong survive,
Yet in a land of ice so few remain.
Winter's chill dances on bones,
And even the strong are drained,
As their final night draws to a close.
The snow picks up,
And without a voice to know,
The winter lets out a final howl to the moon.
A Long-Time Space Mantis Lost Vinyl
The Lost Mantis Vinyl is firstly a collection of several original fractals that I've created over the years and never released, for a reason or another, and which I have decided to release publicaly. I'll add more on a regular basis.
These artworks are not all esthetic in nature, but may often carry a high level of symbolism and meanings.
You will find here fractals created over 20 years long period, using several fractal softwares.
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Winter poems are odd for me when its fall but eh I use winter more often than any other season. This poem is to go alone with Artist's Goodbye in that it is a dark poem based on the idea of everyone being left behind. I need to not read depressing things.
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great poem! I loved it.