The Winter of My Country
Last night I asked the sky
Hey why you are dry?
Sky told me:
I am angry with you and
your countrymen
They fight
They kill
They commit suicide
They are cruel
They love blood
More than water
So I am angry.
I agree
But women are not cruel
And children are lovely
They love the snow
So Sky
Dear Sky
Please snow .
I want to make a snow-girl
I want to paint it in my writing.
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