TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Ten Poems

Winter Wars

Soldiers trudge into that thick carpet of snow go numb, freeze in eternal advance.

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First, our brothers walk towards a hail of machine gun fire then we can’t see them anymore. So, we put out our pyres and head into the fray. We return white, powdered in ashen frost.

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Even when he got back he kept standing around, shielding his eyes with his hand. He felt that hard line where sky meets sand had gone straight through him.

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Suddenly, I can see everything. The sun is setting and I am white lost in white.

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