Ashes blow on the cracked concrete,
Messages float on the bare land,
Shadows erupt on every edge,
Blowing dim winds over my head.
As I walk through the shard glass,
Seeing bodies put to rest at last,
Spirits being lifted to cover the scars,
Days never come,
Nights last very far,
Roads of dust show the way,
To the sunset horizon that never stays,
Growls can be heard from the east,
But the west is something the naked eye doesn't dare to see.
Graves stand hard,
Strong and free,
Bullets and fires are only in the hearts to expire.
Suddenly light shines bright,
It's my turn to go,
Only doves can cry,
And remember all my sorrow,
Lest we forget the days before tomorrow.
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This is the first poem I ever wrote in my life, so I hope you liked it(:
