Sleeping In His Meadows
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He sleeps in the meadows
on a pillow made of flowers
Arc-Angel voices are heard
from afar
A gentle wind
blows softly
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Categories:
gunfires, analogy, jesus,
Form: Epitaph
Lament of An Unbiased Breeze From a War Field
...Cutest prattles of children I adore
Are now the loudest cries I bear
Oh, No! The grieves of these abandoned souls
The worst sounds I have ever heard
Mesmerizing songs of endemic ...
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Categories:
gunfires, angst, conflict, soldier, war,
Form: Free verse
Blood Tainted Monday
...Semi - collage dreams suddenly collapsed,
While the chill of September's dawn crept into my veins,
And the scent of the wind outside smelled with horror,
Gunshots from ak-47 disturbed the airs' si...
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Categories:
gunfires, city,
Form: Ballad