In this war there is only blood
Playing red stains all over the mud
You've got no way
To run away
You stand and feel the pain
Which is running through your vein
Keep it up till you breathe
And let this be you dream
You die or live, it's your destiny
In this wild game of reality...
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How was the poem I wrote it in my free time any suggestions or reviews?
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
