...when the days and nights
all grew dreadfully clear
we knew the war
would continue that year
still the snow it fell
on one and all
on the dead and the dying
and the living and the lost
and there by the hand
of a cold frozen child
just inches away--
a sleeve
of a red and black sweater
on top of the snow
The morning star twinkled
anew in the sky
then silence was broken
with the coming of dawn
a lone robin twittered
one promising note
but then came the thunder of shells
falling all the day long...
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