Winterscore ©
Monday, December 12, 2022
White flags becoming red
White flags becoming red
There is fight still in me
Territories unsaid
Battlefield poetry
And should I lay wounded
Breath on a winter’s night
Scrolling like cursive script
Vapor in soft moonlight
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