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The opposite of serenity,
shots of the guns burst the ears.
Blood staining the pasture, like the tint of moss,
as your peers fall down with regret.
The spirit of casualties fill the air,
the polluted, dying air.
Despair from family to family,
grieving with sorrow.
The flowers that concealed around the battle ground,
crumple away, fading from existence.
The barrier that they held,
but yet, fire coming over the forest.
Although the deaths of many,
result in the honor of their sacrifice.
Fighting for their country,
fighting for their life.
The memories still stick to us,
as the past fills our hearts.
Flowers covering their graves,
with great respect.
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shots of the guns burst the ears.
Blood staining the pasture, like the tint of moss,
as your peers fall down with regret.
The spirit of casualties fill the air,
the polluted, dying air.
Despair from family to family,
grieving with sorrow.
The flowers that concealed around the battle ground,
crumple away, fading from existence.
The barrier that they held,
but yet, fire coming over the forest.
Although the deaths of many,
result in the honor of their sacrifice.
Fighting for their country,
fighting for their life.
The memories still stick to us,
as the past fills our hearts.
Flowers covering their graves,
with great respect.
VOTE HERE FOR THE POEM YOU WANT TO SEE ME WRITE
OR SUGGEST A POEM TO ME BY MESSENGING ME ^_^ I WILL READ IT
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