55039: Snow
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posted on 2024-04-25, 17:29 authored by First World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team In the gloom of whiteness,
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing
And bitterly saying: 'Oh,
They have killed a white bird up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!'
And still it fell through that dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.
