Trolls - Sarajevo Bridges
SARAJEVO - Trolls
In time we know what life is coming to,
and what is real is what we never see;
without a trace, it stops all we can do
to bring about those things we thought could be!
And in it all, there never comes around
a single thing to ever have and hold;
as gentle as the love we never found,
nor harsh as feeling we are growing old!
The bitter fruit of disappearing youth,
have played the joke upon our vagrant souls,
and all to soon, it comes around as truth,
all bridges out, are occupied by trolls,
whose sight is but a bullet's deadly aim
and Sniper Alley has become their game.
E Ron Arbuthnot aka ron wilson
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