: 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 :

Often I do wonder with bore, sat on a rock by this white shore,

Adorned by stars, its silver hue, illusion of an oddly few—

How mine heart calls this place a home, a home where mine darkness does roam,

A shore of snow, this home where mine own shadows grow,

Where all lingers from before.

𓍢ִ໋❅༉‧₊˚.

And each pathetic, brave attempt to depart from these frosted bends

Evoked such fear; eviscerated that which I held dear,

That I, frozen, stayed in laments— shivered, praying, still and silent—

Solely ing, this ship at shore; ing ship I will not board,

A life beyond I'll ne'er know, a ing ship by winter shore—

Here in the now, gone tomorrow.

𓍢ִ໋❅༉‧₊˚.

Lone I then watched some things unfold, like crashing waves amidst the cold,

Settling like snowflakes from grey skies, falling steady, towered in piles,

And now with somber smile, I hold and know— in this I surely know,

Like many who did come and go— they, beloved ones, I hold and know,

You as well will someday go.

𝒊 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅.

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