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Feb 13
First snow falls,
Thin ice cracks.
One misstep—
No way back.
Yet the depths
Aren't so near...
Like from Hell,
Mad with fear.

Only fight—
That’s the way.
Keep your soul,
Let it stay.
Rushed to death
Fall the weak.
Cast off lies,
Stand and speak.

Sharpen mind,
Face the night.
Through the storm,
Race to light.
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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     Abbott J Hardison
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