Where the Sun Doesn't Shine
The snow doesn't melt
on the edge of a field;
no one seems to notice
where the sun rarely shines.
secluded patches of life
struggling to survive
snow constantly collecting
but the sun does not shine.
Eventually the snow is gone
along with the life beneath
before anyone even noticed
because the sun did not shine.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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