often when I venture into the cyber space
I am entranced by the green-blue of your expanse
by the beauty of the freshness that reminds one
of a kiss between two lovers in winter, the soft
and cold, the feeling and, then the fear of losing,
of living that moment, love like an ice in a glass
is a fragile thing, and you my friends are a million
times more exposed, I see the penguins and polarbears,
at opposite ends, but at the same lively purpose
living, surving among your icy habitat, then I think on,
how 220 square kilometers of you will in leprous
eat will take you away from me and all nature
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