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Northern Limit

The sadness wells out of the cracks of the deep underground
and blurs in the splits of the dead Islands.

Northern limit

The sky is dark and heavy
No sound is heard
Snowstorm rages
In the narrow frozen Islands

The spark glistened there is
Just an illusion

No aurora can be seen either
At the remotest of tundra

Blizzard terrifies
Total directions