Poem 2.1.19

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A blizzard.
Through howling snow and wind I see a face.
With frozen gaze and icy frozen eyes.
The face is stunningly beautiful, but also terrifying.
I carry on, to find shelter from the cold.

Haik Kocharian

Poem 2.1.19 | Ecency