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Distance, dismay came to me

Like apprehension does to all.

The fearful hope, expectations rise

Yet no change, we fall.

The isolation of such beauty

can yet never be replaced.

But obese characteristics

of geographic origins

Most are blind to these faults.

Motionless, entrapment.

We are watching the dance with the dead

I dread departing my roots.

But I must leave from this place.

The frost, the winds,

an instance of visual perception.

Mental visions, I must leave

from this place.

For the dreams which I've had.

For all that I've desired.

Like flowers under the frost,

fantasy was mine.