Silent Thaw
In the heart of the Arctic's frozen expanse,
Lies an iceberg, steadfast, in a tranquil trance.
Majestic and grand, with a crystalline sheen,
A fortress of ice in a world serene.
But time has a way of altering all,
Even the mightiest structures fall.
The sun's gentle rays, once a distant caress,
Now pierce through the ice, causing distress.
Droplets of water, once frozen in place,
Begin their descent, a sorrowful grace.
A tear from the iceberg, falling slow,
Whispering tales of the world below.
It remembers the days of its glacial birth,
When it was a mountain of pristine worth.
But now, as it melts, it starts to fade,
A symbol of change, of the end, of decay.
With each passing hour, the water flows free,
Carving new paths to the open sea.
The iceberg, once mighty, begins to weep,
Its core dissolving, falling to sleep.
In this melting, there's a silent cry,
For the memories held in ice cannot lie.
Of polar bears wandering, and the northern lights,
Of midnight suns and endless nights.
As it diminishes, the iceberg knows,
That in its melting, a new life grows.
For in each drop, a story’s told,
Of winters past, and dreams of old.
It surrenders to the ocean's embrace,
Joining the currents, finding its place.
In the cycle of life, it plays its part,
A melting iceberg, with a melting heart.
So, it drifts away, piece by piece,
Finding solace in its slow release.
For even in melting, there's a quiet grace,
A gentle end to a steadfast place.
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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.
