Winter Moan

Beneath a snow sky the piercing wind

Howls and whines and branches shatter

As if suddenly the pain was too much

Between the meleke walls trapped

On slippery walks the unprepared lot

Name the bags around their feet naylon

Above the frozen ground it’s hard to see

Foes forget how to fight or to hate

Save cats from their common enemy

That invaded the land of many dead sons

Away from this limestone plastered city

Stormy nature sets out to do her work

And washes away first parts of the wall

So they may never be erected again

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