Snow
A Russia poem.
Knee deep in snow,
Teeth chattering cold.
Scarf adrift,
As he travels through the rift,
Of thick heavy snow,
Freezing cold.
Silent eyes,
Mouth wide,
Emitting a trail of smoke like a dragon of the lore.
The snow chills him to the very core.
But he's Russian,
He knows snows.
So he decided to suffer alone through the cold.
-Soul Spirit-
