Spire

Here a journey ends;
a search far and wide.
Across countless new lands,
ended with sorrow and sighs.

The illusive icy spires
of frozen winter wonder,
Remain hidden from sights,
held deep in slumber.

Somnolent, but inspired,
we rest in reveries.
Souls warmed bright by fire,
set free of our pleas.

Here a journey ends,
and another will begin.
Silent sorrows mend;
the sun dawns,

Again.

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