Live, Love, Die, a New
In this field a man gave his life,
Not for glory nor country,
but for the safe of his wife.
Now flowers grow where his head lay last,
Doomed to then die when this season has past.
Copyright © Anonandon Aninandon | Year Posted 2014
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