Blood in the Snow


I have walked through the hues.

The dimness that casts…in a far off elongated print, upon a mountain pass.

Sprayed in the virgin snow.

Black as the witching hour, from afar and none to personal.

Red as the noon day’s sun, up close.

Blood stains from a wild game.

A quick removal of dignity.

And, stillness remains.imageedit_1_4203140728

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