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WALKING THROUGH THE TUNDRA
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I walk through with tundra
of icy air
and bitter cold.
I can feel the despair
of the wanders
wafting around.
I question why I am here,
walking
in these conditions.
I think about the bag I am carrying,
the contents within,
and recall.
It is for the one waiting
stuck,
without sustenance.
And so I venture
into the tundra
to bring warmth
to the one expecting me.
Ah, the things we do for love.
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What we do for love. Such a beautiful poem. I read this in so many different ways, like the bag being actual emotional baggage (your lover's quirks that cause some issue), but nonetheless, you love them the same, and are still willing to walk the hard path to meet them in the middle where love is.
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That's how you realize love exists. Great poem Ceara - thanks for sharing!
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Glad you liked it :)
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Great imagery!
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Thank you!
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Thank you! Yes, the vagueness opens the door for many interpretations :)