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The Sparrows Sword

As I lick the blood of battle
Mighty sword glistening in the scorching sun
My arm slowly lays it to the ground
Falling, I stare blankly, up to the sky
		Dead
All battles now won




			Love lost long ago

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Eve Roper Date: 11/14/2017 9:00:00 PM :-), amazing you are so talented . Hugs Eve Login to Reply

Arturo Michael Date: 11/13/2017 10:19:00 AM Very clear to see...Enjoyed it...All the best Arthur Login to Reply

Tim Smith Date: 11/13/2017 10:00:00 AM Excellent take Arthur...the battles make us stronger Login to Reply

Joanna Daniel Date: 11/13/2017 6:56:00 AM Powerful write, Arthur:) Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 11/14/2017 8:44:00 PM Thank you Jo Daniel

Russell Sivey Date: 11/13/2017 4:47:00 AM The sadness at the end was very striking, and terribly depressing! I really loved the power behind your words, such expressed with passion, especially how this poem ended...the incredibly wondrous love of the lost! What a grand poem, Great Work my friend!! Login to Reply Arthur Vaso Date: 11/14/2017 8:43:00 PM Thanks Russell