Litty Poetry

An hour out
No city in sight
Nature, but no life
White backed by black,
Cracking through
The crisp cold air.
Mountains of ash
Heating the ice.
Sliding off the mainland,
Splashing and crashing
To the cold lifeless water,
Down the rushing river
To our oceans.
Global warming in sight.






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