Frail as the snowflake
That trembles down the wind.
I stand vigilant as the old oaks before me.
Tomorrow I shall awake.
Sun light erodes leaving the grey
Of the snow tipped wind.
Once more into the struggle.
Once more into the fray.
Battle of life and death
Is a war one has no victor.
Only to live and die this day.
To take our first and last breath.
Frail as the snowflake
That trembles down the wind.
I stand vigilant as the old oaks before me.
Tomorrow I shall awake.
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