Open fire, golden grief
Total pain, in the rain
I look unto the field
Where many men were slain
A battle bold
Out in the cold
Of frozen men
Less than ten
Were saved that day
But none ran away
I stare upon the open ground
Where there is not a single sound
For in the trees, and in the air
The dust arises, but no one cares
My knees gave way to awe that day
The awe of peace in a silent haze
For many men had died
But every single one, inside...
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Poetry (The beginning)
PoetryHey, I've been working on some poetry for a couple months now, and I recently decided to post it on Wattpad, so here it is... But first, some things of importance: 1. Everything in the book is mine, I did not steal anything, and if anyone helps me o...
