Combat Peace Veteran
Our Broken Wings
Held in Our Hearts of Gold
And I am Torn Too
To Shreds
Our feathers shed,
Clawed by The Cat of all Predators
My heartless heart
And I Kneel weary before Our Rising Sun
Bathed once more
In the Glory
Of coming home...
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2023
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