Ashes fall from the sky
Seeming gray snowflakes drifting in the wind
Darkness covers the world
A veritable shadowy blanket providing no comfort
None at all
Coldness seeps through thin rags
A sheer travesty of clothes
Tremors run up and down the spine
Once ramrod-stuff now bent by weariness
A young body, an ancient soul
Not knowing who or what or why
Security not a guarantee for today
What more come tomorrow?
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