My body is like an old battlefield
You can guess how hard and brutal the war was
You can guess who won
But you'll never know the whole story
The story about my battlefield will always contain betrayal, fraud and lies
It will always have the marks.
They will never leave
But a battlefield can always turn into a flowering meadow
Full of colors, odors and
beauty
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Poems that will cross your mind again
PoetryI'm just gonna post some random poems in German and English so don't be confused. These poems will represent some situations that I was in in my life, so I wrote about them. It's going to be about every possible stuff. And please tell my if i wrote...
