(finishing later tonight)
Rolling smoke across this field where battle so recently fought
The ground scarred and torn as the lifeless soldiers that lay
So many autumn leaves in the cold February of their day
Locked in the long winter that came far, far too soon
Who weeps for these in their souls, a part of them weeps alone
For grief cannot share its most personal and poignant power.
Different is her face for every mourning soul
Yet the same staring gaze of despair.
Shock melts into hurt, hurt into anger into tears into... more hurt
And over and over the cycle returning
The fall leaves once again flipping end over end in the long winter's icy breath
(will work on later tonight)
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