The sun betrayed us

In the  hills we could take no pictures
Of snow , women rising halfway to grass
With sun not showing up behind clouds.
We waited for the sun behind red flags
Politely ,not dissuaded by rain and fog.
Silver peaks teased us behind the pines.

On the dotted line is a silver mountain
That could be mistaken for a cloud line .
Our tragedy was the attitude of our sun
Who must be shining beyond those hills
Among strangers,red-cheeked and smiling.
He who shone to us brightly in our homes
Refuses to shine the peaks for us there
Making us feel betrayed and embittered.


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