Frozen by birth,
Unshackled by warmth,
Traveling mile after mile,
Abrading boulders most formidable,
One milli-inch at a time.
Carving a niche,
Spraying beads of exhilaration,
and roaring words of inspiration.
Gifting a sensory feast,
to tired souls.
Not resting on laurels,
to lands unknown.
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I absolutely love this Anantha! Such a beautiful poem!