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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required poor pity solider Eager to loose his horrific sight Though his hope is sweating blood to seek the light Light that helps him fight, light that kept him tight inside The light that provides him the moon sight With his kin at his side. As candle lit in the sky White foam starts to clear the sight He strained his eyes, the eyes Which saw his captain die The eyes Which saw his flesh getting apart from his thigh The Arm which cries Leaving Salty red drops to fly to die, The cruel arm wearing arrogant on Letting himself cry on and on Whereas his wingless tears crawling to make him strive So that they won’t die Hanging on the prow, thinking about gone His beats are down. Secreting red ink On On the white wall Having blue patches Where ever his eyes went on He became loon for a moment So loon that even his death would laugh on what he said “Ho! It feels so fresh between the ice The ice receiving my live sacrifice It’s the best place to die, where the dead shell don’t receive file’s” The ice splits into two, two into three, three into four As the sharp east orange swords rise and strokes Thinking about the silent music is his only hope Which is in the icy slope He start’s to remember his past, when he chased his children back “I’m going to get you” he silently says Pearls from his eyes came again. The poor solider came out of loop of his past He sees his Venus at nine, “come to me “she said Sitting on the air, And children playing with her hair The old soldier comes in the form and made His shoulders move along. It was just useless as he couldn’t bear his flesh Coming out, out of his chest, out of his thigh out of every where in his sight “It’s the best place to die where no one can cry I cry for myself, I give my own eulogy About this tragedy with little sprinkle of comedy” He prayed for his own funeral He was the only ruler, only citizen, the only joker of the icy town With the dead audience all around He took his last breath Went to an endless trip His eager to lose his horrific sight was satisfied And his blood came out of his hair to close his eyes.
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