untitled poem

one million white soldiers cover the hills
and they all fall down
and it’s silent.

tis the season for families
and smiling, hugging, wishing

and while we carve out our feasts
the losers are faraway and forgotten.

 

 

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Snow has always held a lot of meaning for me.  Is there a season or element that holds meaning for you and why?

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