The East
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The East
The East wind is cold
and is full of hoarfrost.
It crosses the land,
in a wild storm, raging!
It is heavy with hail,
and larger black rocks...
of mud and dirt.
It contains fist-sized stones,
to hammer the land
into a new shape.
Soon the west
will be unrecognizable.
and foreign
to those that live there.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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