Winter at East Lake
The flowers are buried under the frozen earth along with the residents on cemetery hill. My ancestors are there. They were dead before my birth. Like the flowers in October, this snow destroys my will. As my roof groans, with the wind's lethal blows, I'm snowbound. My fingers…
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The flowers are buried under the frozen earth along with the residents on cemetery hill. My ancestors are there. They were dead before my birth. Like the flowers in October, this snow destroys my will. As my roof groans, with the wind's lethal blows, I'm snowbound. My fingers feel too cold to write, but the moon glides like a youthful skater,
