From the freezing cosmic heights
On arrogant winter morning
In secretly silent order
Regiments of snow are falling
Marching day and night to fight
Through unknown foreign lands
Biting at warm human hearts
Telling them war never ends
Blades of light attack the eye
Make me sometimes shed a tear
Which gets frozen on the spot
As the evil drums get near
We are ambushed by the night
Far away from friends and home
Prisoners of brutal might
Left to die in silent dome
Snow Storm
© Copyright: Драгана Старчевич, 2018
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