[05/08/2015]
The blood is flowing,
soldiers are fighting.
Their lives we've been taking.
Chains are breaking.
The hand of death is waiting
to take one soldier to the grave.
The last command was given
and all the conflict was in vain.
The blood flowed red.
Another story so sad...
The fight, no hope last.
Soldiers, now in peace rest.
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Poetry and the Sea
PoetryUm pouco da minha produção em língua inglesa. Poemas inéditos. - Some of my production in English. Almost about the sea and reflectios about it, as well as the usual piracy themed verses.
