I glance at the whiteness engulfing the land all around,
A bright, powerful, blinding white that dazzles my eyes,
The sky is white and the land is white,
Everywhere there is white and more white.
Will I ever get out of this concentration camp?
The pale sun’s glare on the abundant white snow,
Blind my eyes if I gaze at it too long,
My eyes which cannot see too well,
Blink rapidly at the white all around.
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