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Winter

Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 8, 2016 by rachelcipriano

The bleak land lies
as both witness and executioner
while the guiltless condemned dies.
The piercing wind
stabs human porcelains—lost
foraging a forest of hoarfrost.
This is the annihilation in ’32 to ’33
that everyone is too blind to see.

Four Seasons Project.
4 days of poetry about each season.
Day 1 of FSP: Winter

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