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  • Writer's pictureSimko Ahmed

It’s a Christmas

It’s Christmas,

White butterflies of snow

Smiling to me behind the window.

I love those guests

But can’t open my window and welcome them in.

Once I kiss them they die,

They leave a tear drop on my lips

Snow White butterflies

Scattered around the city

Around the fields and my soul.

They cool down the lava of my heart

Snow White butterflies

Please go to the war zone

Cool down the fire of the bombs too,

Tell the brainwashed soldiers

It’s Christmas stop firing

There is a child who wants to sleep

Simko Ahmed

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