Yeah, a small green valley where blood runs slow
said the little voice inside

and oh so alone long strands of silver on bright
grass alone

SCREAMS the young soldier

with opened mouthed, a mud pillow of ferns beneath
his head

CRASHING terrorizing sounds of death
long-body stretched in heavy undergrowth

Ah, woman. You leave me as i die among flowers
: an infant smile — gentle without gile.


:: 02.07.2022 ::

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