Igloo

Put me in an igloo.
Bury me in ice.
That frosty dome will be my home–
My pallid paradise.

Leave me in my igloo.
Leave me there alone.
The chilling breeze may stave disease,
But frost will touch my bones.

Silence in my igloo.
Quietly I freeze.
A single tear in mourning here;
A diamond on my cheek.

[26/12/18]

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