Frost formed on angels made of us
Made long ago of winter solstice
Half of us stood frozen in a garden
Me, standing with a fist.
I cried tears that nobody saw
Left anger behind me in the field
They fought me with all they had;
But never would I yield.
We shot arrows at our enemies
Cried long and hard at our loss.
Figures lost as we stood silent
Which left everyone quite cross.
A storm took over our lives
When really we were feeling quite fine.
The problem stood in the balance
When I couldn’t taste the wine.
Josephine Ranes 
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