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Terry Collett 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.

— The End —