No Mans Land
NO MANS LAND
It’s no man’s land, where an emptiness resides
That’s in between the waking state and sleep
And face to face with dreams, can only stare
The mud and gore have secrets that they keep
Where conscious thought in sympathy, abides
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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