the road to the end, you'll find, is rather winding
the galaxies shift and the earth is re-aligning
even as surrender attempts to seduce you, bright and blinding
remember brighter yet your gold is shining
against the wind, against the sun, stay fighting
whether in blistering heat or cold that's biting
even if you stand alone, stand proud and tall
carry on, brave soldier, you shall have it all
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
