Iced

picture poem, Poetry, Writing 
The world freezes over,
For a moment, 
Things slow. 

It's okay to rest now, 
Spring always comes. 
And you too, 
Can bloom again.
The world freezes over,
For a moment,
Things slow.

It’s okay to rest now,
Spring always comes.
And you too,
Can bloom again.

Published by Wandering Poem

I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published. I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters. My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality. My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.

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