A Truce Hovers In the Air
An uneasy truce hovers in the air
combatants tense, no soldier dares
to catch a minute's sleep
the price of that, far too steep
Minutes pass, they feel like hours
searchlights flare o'er watchtowers
The truce so far's held half a night
soldiers curse to mask their fright...
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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