bloodbath

it's cold in one's soul
(in its northern side),
it's a tough blizzard
a predictable hunch
clouded its eyes' sky,
and frost, deafened it
if it tries to say some,
its words… get frozen
whispered a snowdrop,
on bloodbath of March

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