Waiting For Dawn
In a region divided,
on a hill far away
A last echo subsided
quiet ruling the fray
The soldiers asleep,
as fate waits for the dawn
New blood to be spilled,
ever right—ever wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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