The Ends of the Earth
White snow, great peaks, world's edge lies.
Gray sky, thick ice, ghost's breath flies.
Gold light, soft bed, where is home?
Blank field, tall clouds, bird's beak cries.
Written for Newman Young Writer's Award 2017
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2017
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