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  • Death

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    battle wages loss of life
    changed souls weary
    person world cries
    all is gone
    all is lost
    families shattered
    hopes crushed
    tombstone with names
    this is the end

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    fireblade’s Poems (9)

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