Antarctica: Senza Parole

it is said
that eskimos have
a hundred different words for snow

one hundred words
and not one to express
the feeling of

spotting the very first iceberg of the journey

hearing the sudden crash of a glacier

making snow angels in an antarctic blizzard

tasting thousand year old glacial ice

watching snowflakes dance in the frigid wind

being enveloped in a panorama of white

all in a place that, for most, exists only in dreams

a hundred words
yet I remain

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