Immanence
Golden
sun rays
glitter on frozen
snowy hidden land
sleeping, still cold white
stretching to horizons
last Shores
I stand and scan, gaze
into the point of no return
a chill runs my ancient spine
I can only watch, wait
for the coming rains
A promise to come
I feel the immanence
of the golden sun
falling
falling
on my upturned
weathered face
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