"Cycle of War," image from freepik.com
THE WHEEL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ dawn breaks, swords sleep in rusted sheaths. children laugh where trenches scarred the earth. new wheat grows beneath the sky's blue shroud. men sharpen blades before the next harvest moon.
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