so the soldiers marched on,
through the falling,
flurrying,
crystal snow,
the world
silent as sleep.
they did not know
their direction.
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Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
the snowfallen soldiers.
so the soldiers marched on,
through the falling,
flurrying,
crystal snow,
the world
silent as sleep.
they did not know
their direction.
