Flowerbuds in the snow

With bright jackets,
And cheeks pink with cold
All out of breath
You tumbled in the snow
With laughs and shrieks.
You were full of love,
Young flowerbuds in the snow.
But the random hand of death
Picked you
Before you could unfold.

Belgium, land of my birth, I send you my tears on your day of mourning.

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