sooty shadows caress
the battlefields flourishing
amidst the dying, crying poppies
desperate for the silenced pistols
breathing blood to rest tranquilly
in a dream of kaleidoscopes
and possibilities.
~ good night
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
