As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley,
a soul searches the darkness of his own mind,
where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant,
has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
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Yeah, this poem has a nice, crisp feel, to it; not stale or boring. Well done.
Wow this is a moving poem. A victim of the moment. Trouble does not last always. As the season changes so does life. Appreciate the write.