At Ypres heart, I roamed,
Trudging through history, as a story unfolds.
Through trenches deep, and graveyards wide,
In the footsteps of heroes, side by side.
The museums halls, were portals through time,
Whispers of valour, sadness and crimes.
Paschendaele's echoes, haunting and harsh,
Depicting the soldiers' traumatising mark.
A poppy, their symbol, a country, their pride,
A menacing day is the day that they died.
They gave their tomorrows to give our todays.
We honour their sacrifice, they did not die in vain.
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To Live is to Die
PoetryI find war a fascinating topic-so broad yet so focused, filled with so many emotions and endless stories to explore. Sadness has its own kind of beauty, and that's what I wanted to capture here. To Live is to Die is my way of remembering the lives s...
