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A Spark in the Snow

Lea-Seanna Ruiz Gastin

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I lay in a coffin of quilt and foam.

White feathers descend from the misty sky.

A frigid wasteland where my mind will roam

And the wind will howl a haunting war cry.


A heavy blanket of snow weighs on me,

The flame of creativity is gone.

Uninspired, tired and utterly lonely.

The years pass and winter drags me along.


I scratch and dig at the surface of ice,

My fingertips numb but my heart in flames.

I searched for joy; anything would suffice.

I reach out and embrace what the cold claims.


Once the artefact is found in the dark.

In the snow, I will have found my lost spark.



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