Poems - From the garden

Poems - From the garden

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So you think you know what a snail is like? A slimy slug with a shell? But did you know that he's actually quite gentle? And I know him rather well. Open the book and take a glimpse, of this extraordinary creature. The one I write about is a friend of mine, his name is Gypsy and he wants to meet ya!
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| COMPLETED | ~ | Chapters are being Edited | #Wattys2020 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~~•~~•~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• He was a soldier, running toward the war zone. She was a victim , fleeing away from the war zone. He grew up not knowing what love or family was. She grew up with the love of her family. He left something of himself. She now holds dear to what he left. He is a soldier. She is his warbride. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~~•~~•~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• After struggling to live through and losing loved ones due to war, all Leah wishes for is to leave this war torn country. With a mysterious past, Dylan tries to live a normal life as a military man and prepares himself to lead hundreds of men into this next battle. In the most oddest circumstances, they both meet and feeling are expressed, love blooms, secrets are exposed, memories are revived, obstacles are faced, but at the end of the day love and family is everything. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~~•~~•~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Wait Leah!" I wanted to tell her that she is not like a sister to me and that I love her, but something stopped me. The hope that shone in her eyes stopped me. War is unpredictable. The outcomes are unpredictable. If I were to tell her the truth and we were to fall in love, wouldn't there be more risks. I'll be worried about her constantly, as she'll be about me. If I were to get injured in the field, she will have to spend her life taking care of me. If I were to die, wouldn't I hurt her more than now.

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