Russia on Ice

Lost prints on
dribbling ice,
Forgotten in wasteland.

Nothing else moves
for miles.
Silence sticks to the

frozen leaves,
Encouraged by the sun.
They feel nothing

through endless cold,
Only fading memories
with no merit.

Fingers freeze alone,
Stuck in past glory
on torn papers as

Winter burns a hole.

russia on ice

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