Guns go off
Cries are heard
But here we are in
Silence
Terror is stricken
Bombs are blown
But here we are in
Silence
A few deaths here
A few deaths there
But here we are in
Silence
Time goes on
Prayers are spoken
And now we hear a
Whisper
The Angels stir
Our God is near
And now we hear a
Murmur
An army is growing
The fighting will commence
And soon we'll be surrounded by
Shouting
An army will die
The fighting will end
And again we'll be surrounded by
Silence
YOU ARE READING
She Writes
Historia CortaShe wants to write novels, but she has no time. She writes short stories and poems instead. *an collection of writings by me*
