A poem about warming climates

Warming climates -

Sometimes I cry so ferociously it feels like a glacier has melted inside me.

Carving out deep empty valleys in its wake. 

Perhaps me and nature are so intertwined, I am melting alongside the icecaps. 

And soon, like Antarctica, all that will be left will be a great, sprawling vastness. 

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