The Hope of New Snow
The white below my feet, so innocently soft
Soon is blackened from the dirt we fling,
Our once clean feet are dark with filth.
Yet, soft flakes will fall again;
Cover our mistakes with a new innocence.
New life, like new snow, offers hope to children
Now begrimed by the world.
--Dior Hartje (Grade 9)
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