flickering with silver light...
making sound (in my mind)
snowflakes
invaders from the sky..
our uniforms are wet
and it's going to be cold

lightnings on the horizon
trees fall down
with noise
we crawl in frozen mud
covered with first wintry snow

wounds are pink
no pain
when cold embraces whole body
when soul is no more
and the mind is just a greedy
scared organ..
making mess in the muscles

we sleep in the trench
starlit skies...
above...
and last...
last thing i saw...
cant swear
but it was a snow on a bone...

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