The past is a frozen tundra
Immovable and unchangeable
There is only now
This present moment
To live in the knowledge
I have gained
I allow the past
To drift away
On the ocean of tears
I have cried over marks
I have missed
And cherished dreams
I have failed to
To manifest
Today I make peace
With the Present
And arise from the frigid waters
Frozen fingers weaving
A new beginning
From all the frayed ends.
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Mother Wintermoon 
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This poem is very appropriate for the now that is. I love your words ā¤ļø
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Interesting how it relates to the now that is. Thank you for your presence and your feedback! š„°
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Hello Mother!
I am deeply overwhelmed to have come here after a long time.
As I was reading an older Post of mine I could see your comment and through that I came here.
Frozen has now come to water the dreams.
I liked the positivity in the last phase of the poem.
Fond Regards
Shiva
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Greetings Shiva! Iām very happy to see you here again. Thank you for your uplifting feedback and your presence here with me. I will come by to visit you again soon. Blessings, MW ššš»
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Thanks for this. I know the past is an unwieldy thing, but your excellent poem includes the hope and craft of futurity –that the past is always under construction. Best wishes for this new year.
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Hi Geo! Happy 2019! Thank you for your wonderful comment. Really glad to reconnect with you. Please leave me your blog address.
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What a beautiful wish for the new year, MW. To thaw and weave our new days with love. ā¤
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Thank you, D! All things good to you in the new year! Iām a big fan of your writing! ā„ļø
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This is beautiful Wintermoon…!
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Thank you, Rob! I appreciate your feedback. Best wishes to you. š
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