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The Final Touch

Upon the foggy hills I sat With a hat on my bloody lap Contemplation is my thoughts Whilst humming in my lips Aviators all around Dropping shells to the ground With a big booming sound People screaming through the air Run for your lives they declare This is the way it was Back in the year of 1921. The evil that is war Zaian war. 7/1/16

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Pace Ink-U-Script

Date: 7/2/2016 4:53:00 AM

Wow...awesome imagery !!!!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/2/2016 2:43:00 AM

Mindi,, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Skat A

Date: 7/2/2016 12:58:00 AM

Mindi,, Welcome to poetry soup, after reading this I know you are an Accomplished writer. Glad to see you enjoying it so much here. Flourishing among this community is easier than you think. Keep up the good work. *SKAT*