I build a wall
To protect and hide.
I roll snow
into balls,
A circular white mass
To destroy the enemy.
The mass flies
toward me,
coldness covers
my face.
I take the snow
And roll a ball
I take aim
and fire.
The enemy is cold too.
Apple
The Writer's Oath We promise: To write as often and as much as we can, To respect our writing selves, and To nurture the writing of others. Adapted from Gail Carson Levine's "Writing Magic"
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