Over hills of glass, under skies of tears
He marched in step, with darkest fears
The war was long, the battles worse
Plaguing land, with lasting curse
No life would grow, in barren earth
the wind itself, dispelled his mirth
Through my life I called him friend
But tragically at bitter end
He walked away with head bent low
Speaking words that hate did sow
His spite did pale my misery
When He spoke "better you than me."
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
