#1050790 added June 8, 2023 at 9:31am Restrictions: None
Fugitive
Fugitive
Snow in the soaring city,
cold in the neon light,
path flowing like lava,
away, always away,
far from the frozen heights,
solitary, the single soul
flees from the frantic frenzy,
seeking the solace of silence.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 06.08.23
Prompt: As per illustration.
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