February 9, 2022
Yeah, a small green valley where blood runs slow
said the little voice inside
and oh so alone long strands of silver on bright
SCREAMS the young soldier
with opened mouthed, a mud pillow of ferns beneath
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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