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Battlefields

A prison for stolen souls
Battlefields are

Trapped in the urgency of yesterday
The chosen, unseen and silent

The scarred earth they walk
Past objectives, they search

Grass now, blankets of rolling green
Cover the fallen, not the pain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 3/29/2020 6:32:00 AM
Felt this one down deep. Thank you for the thoughtful musing. Beautifully written. Thank you, JC Hawkens
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Date: 3/5/2020 5:29:00 PM
Beautiful soulful poem, Robert.
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