
Frozen moments in
a trembling hand
The icy catch of the sea
in the silence of the stones
The ice, a silent blanket,
in a lullaby for the soul
The icy view of the bay
in the absence of waves
The shroud of white cliffs,
like ice in the drink of life
Slippery places are in
the grip of the coast
Weak polar winds and
the proximity of frozen lips
No turning back when
frozen moments seduce
© Björn Blomqvist 2026-02-10
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