People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.
When you fall witness to the rise of the sun,
And its warm, cheerful rays reach out to cling-
Onto the stiff limbs of thine body that sting,
From the colds freezing breathe that stops all fun.
Remain resolute in the hope you’ll live-
Through the worst winters the land has to give.
© 2019 The Poets Peace