The sun is blinding,

Reflecting brokenly off the harsh white snow,

That blankets the ground like a hospital bed sheet,

Glaring into the eyes of all who pass,

Its fiery depths like hell,

Illuminating the day,

Retreating at night,

Half-formed,

Manipulated into sleep,

By the moon

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Hey, this is my first article so I thought I'd write a poem. It can be interpreted in loads of different ways but my thoughts when I wrote it were that even the most powerful thing can be overcome and power isn't always going to be the answer. Idk but hopefully you enjoyed it, however you interpreted it! ;)