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Jun 2019
You said the snow
spoke to you;
spoke to you

of harsh winters
and icy climes,
spoke of frozen soldiers

in Russian winters,
of Gulags and deaths.
You were one

with the wintery wind;
it spoke of shipwrecks
and ****** drowned,

of foreign armadas
with broken masts,
the high wind

and wintery palaces,
revolutions and blood
soaked in snow,

and armies lost,
and nowhere to go.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  72/M/England
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