Big chunks of ice and snow
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
December 14, 2009
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