Wooden swords
A battle so lost
Clear from the start
But why did we fight?
When we knew
What was that light?
That lit our hearts
thought we could win
So pointless naive
hope like the sun
Lighting up shadows
It wasn't about winning
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Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
