Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
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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