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Conflict of Mortality, Where Death 

In lands.....

The Wind, was so cold .....

It cut through you, like a knife.

In others, there were sands so fine, 

dust clouds..... formed.

With every step.......I took.

Once a landscape full of snow, 

so vast, so white...

It echoed, the sky.

And was tinged, with blue.

I saw all the colours, from, the rainbow.....

Fill, a canopy, while dressed, 

in jungle greens.

And all the while.....

Death 

Was the only smell I knew

Giajl © Jim Love