Remember the last time we walk
Also it was our last time to talk,
It was the night of snowing December
Freezing our bodies with its cold winter
But there's no use crying again and again
As memories flows of you leaving with a train,
Together with our tears falls like rain
Saying our last farewell caused pain
Those vivid memories of you leaving for war
Drowns me with anxiety and uncertainly,
Waiting for you to go home feels like enternity
But keeps me aiming far;
And I've always known war is a game
A game of life and death
Which even a man without a name
Would die in womb of his mother;
Now death has prevailed, your life has ended
Promises, shattered, broken instead;
Your lifeless body was an evidence
Of war's dreadfulness and cruelty at worst.
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RandomWords form into sentences and form into verses then put together into poems. Poetry may be only seem that way. But in reality this collection of poems enables you to visit and wonder into the mind of the poet. Where you will dive into those words th...
