We walked away,
Through the blizzard,
Left footprints,
But they won’t last,
Soon we’ll be gone forever,
Through this veil of trees we’ll follow the shadows,
The shadows spinning across,
The snowy ground,
Looking out of the corner of our eyes,
We see miles and miles of never ending white,
But we don’t feel the biting cold,
Or the icy wind,
We are packed here,
In our cerulean jackets,
On patrol,
Looking for lost souls,
In this artic life,
We search and search and find an abandoned shack,
We light the lonely fire,
And sit in the rotting wood,
Stay for the night,
And in the morning we’re stuck,
The snow towering over our heads,
We try and dig though,
Then try the windows but they’re not high enough,
We sit in silence then catch each other’s eye and smile,
Then laugh,
At least we have each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this, it has good imagery.