Facing Snow

 Battle cry many new ghosts
 Worry and grieve alone old man
 Disorder cloud low dusk
 Rapid snow dance return wind
 Gourd ladle discard cup without green
 Stove remain fire like red
 Many place news broken
 Worry sit straight book empty 


 After the battle, many new ghosts cry,
 The solitary old man worries and grieves.
 Ragged clouds are low amid the dusk,
 Snow dances quickly in the whirling wind.
 The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green,
 The stove still looks as if a fiery red.
 To many places, communications are broken,
 I sit, but cannot read my books for grief.

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