One by one we emerged
Through doorways, alleyways, a mangled fence,
Soldiers of snow bearing shovels
With glints of metal in our eyes.
We worked by daylight
In a landscape without end,
In a silence that has not been marred
By a rivulet of mud.
And when evening came,
And the tunnels hewn,
We could again hear
Our footfalls in the snow.
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Smiling both with pleasure at the photo and memories of those gleams of metal :)
And the twinge of regret mixed with joy when the neighbor came by whose gleam of metal includes a noisy smelly powerful motor...;-)
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