The air was thick with gunpowder and shrill screams
Gunshots and riots amongst indistinguishable pools of men
Dull grays and reds cast an eerie blanket over what was once brilliant fields
Reducing the hearth into silence and nothingness
The ruins of our love now scattered amongst the Earth
Perhaps one day, my love . . .
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Cries and Echoes
Poetry"The cries of my mind are nothing but mere echoes to oblivion."
