A cryptic dance in polar gloom
Anaconda slumbers in the frozen tomb.
In the land of ice and silent song
Anaconda slithers in frozen grace
Whispers echo in the frigid air
Coiled 'neath the aurora's gleaming light
The Guardian of the white
Anaconda in Antartica
Perhaps it seeks a warmer shore
Or guards a treasure even more
Does it dream to visit tropical islands?
jungle heat and shifting sands
Or does it guard a mystic gate
In Antarctica's clandestine state
Hidden deep in this icy cage
Living since Ice age
Through crevasses and caverns, it leaves no trail,
A phantom in white, in the frigid it never fails.
land of cold where the sun rarely kisses
It's where life faces Consequences.
where frosty winds entwine,
In Antarctica's silence, a shadow doth recline
Let the sun decline!
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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