![]() Arctic SoulA Poem by Alfred Kukitz![]() cold soul in arctic conditions![]() Parchment, Dry as a whisper, Cracked, Dusty wears the face thin. Arctic reaches for soul, Bitter below zero, It feels like ivory in the day's cold. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() Alfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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