Present Alliteration
Take flight from the fraudulent fury of fear to find a form of peace,
Turn tears into tokens taken to purchase a time when sorrow ceased.
From the aftermath of ashes arrives an arbitrary thought,
When did we wade away from the waves of wars once fought?
Copyright © Daniel Koria | Year Posted 2019
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