Condenses in the air, a story crystallising in cloud shapes

A life so far away, where the only green is land snow white and the wind reaps grim

Hear his song! - the breath of his thoughts crossing the breadth of the deeps

Creeping like fog, taunting the warm fed blubber in the concrete city that sleeps

Of places so cold that love is survival - so she can live with another, not die with him

His warm heart temperate in the tundra, inside he weeps.

Unaija-unaija

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A/N

Prompted to write the poem after reading this:

https://tesaoh.wordpress.com/2007/02/11/orpingalik-inuit-poet-and-shaman/