Arctic Memories
In the vast expanse of icy blue,
A polar bear roams, alone and true.
Through snowdrifts deep and winds that wail,
He treads the paths of winter's tale.
His fur, a cloak of white and cold,
Hides a heart that's grown so bold.
Each step, a testament of might,
In the endless, frigid night.
He hunts beneath the northern lights,
Through endless days and starless nights.
Yet in his eyes, a longing gleam,
For warmth and love, a distant dream.
He pauses by the frozen sea,
Where waves once danced so wild and free.
And there he sees, in ice's glare,
A ghostly vision, standing there.
Your face, a memory so bright,
Reflects within the polar night.
He reaches out, but you're not there,
Just cold and empty, winter's air.
The polar bear, with heavy sigh,
Turns from the shadows, starts to cry.
For even in this land of ice,
He dreams of you, his sacrifice.
The cold cannot freeze what's true,
His love, a flame that burns for you.
Though separated by the frost,
In his heart, you're never lost.
Through blizzards fierce and nights so dark,
He carries hope, a tiny spark.
That someday, through the snow and gale,
He'll find the warmth that he prevails.
In solitude, he braves the storm,
With memories that keep him warm.
A polar bear, so strong, so grand,
Wandering across the frozen land.
For in this world of ice and snow,
A love endures, a gentle glow.
He roams the tundra, heart so rare,
With dreams of you, forever there.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
