In Arctic worlds
I have roamed
where fettered hearts
leave shields unfold.

Bitter reunions
leave unrest,
when hopes fade
and doubts remain.

Through countless seasons have I known
the wandered edge of glacial cold

a yearning to flee
a wanting to know

why love no longer mourns withhold.

From Arctic worlds
I have roamed

where glaciers melt
and water flows,
a stirring heart
to love must go.

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