2021.12.24

Silence

undisturbed

by Russia, Spain or France

by stirring mice

or shaking trees

or drives of drunken tramps

crestfallen feelings

crisp ice shells

on trim grim grass

forgotten hells

as peace on earth

demands us all

be where we be

and appreciate

the sadness of

the time

as it

passes.

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