serene and silver it glides to a soft landing on white carpets.
All over the world there are nations mobilized.
And a snow falls in New England.
Bullets hit targets and rockets are launched across hazing borders.
Don't think there is happiness for either offender in these times
These factions don't enjoy blood on snow
And anyone who thinks in extremes of good and bad
is the purest fool.
And a snow falls in New England.
In the spectrum of my mind I am selecting those to reflect upon positively and negatively. Perhaps for the rest of my life.
You make the positive list, while You make the negative.
Am I, in fact, negative on the inside, with a faux-positive outside?
There is a war going on in my mind,
But the snow, it still falls in New England,
serene and silver it glides to a soft landing on white carpets.
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