Severe
holding some writings near
the winds caress the evergreens (at least I can hear)
the war stories, oh my, oh my, oh dear
tangy peaches to eat
- then she sheds a tear
soul searching,
the lack of clarity - now clear
while
wearing
blankets
worn
by heroes
untold unsung
awe-inspired
severe.
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