Borne

 

Sitting in a field of vivid, untamed

Flowers, deeply tinted in the sunlight,

Is a lonely soldier, clad in dirty

Warrior’s garb. Blood-stained blade beside him,

He draws in the fresh scent of wild pollen.

Strange, how something so beautiful can bloom

From the outcome of such a vicious War.


© Daegal

 


A Poet's Call

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