The Cold Bell
There's
the bell,
children rush out,
strawberry, chocolate,
choose your pick, it's time to enjoy.
Somewhere far, victims of war rest in peace.
Bomb explodes, ice creams melt, smiles freeze.
bells toll
death.
06/16/2017
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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