Purity

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The first sightings of snow
in December
to cherish a new start,
a new day.
Falling, twirling, swirling
around me
like tiny white fairies
dancing in the air
so eloquently.
Church bells ringing in the distance.
Streets covered with snow.
Purity.
Then the cries of a child
who has lost
everything.
Blood stains the white snow.





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