Winter’s Branches (Revised)

The white wall with the silhouette of winter’s branches moved by the wind, cast with red light shadows and moon’s glow. The television: rumblings about Nigeria, Mali and Syria. Regional powers struggling over land-locked capitals, (powder-keg explosion) – boom goes the dynamite – Winter’s branches aren’t dead they only wait for the spring, when the ground thaws and the Earth begins yielding to life again. Geo-politics is no different, against the center (while names and faces change) the overall aim remains the same (that of acquisition) Only the leaves are shed. A life experiences renewal, mentally recharging (or fillin’ the well up) so does the body adapting for survival. What does it mean when weapons more powerful than ever before are being used in modern war zones. Autonomous dealers of death – The white wall in pale red light (winter’s branches)

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