With the swiftly swaying thought of becoming a helpmate He contemplated the general apocalypse, yet coming closer to his own apocalypse. He vanished and no longer can expatiate, For egocentric is in nature his soul on lips.
Dear faithful fighter do betray it. Lose thy utopian reason to save thy own reason. Tender thy heart that's utterly gelid. Save the silence in the season.
The azure above, distracted of the graceful tribute shots Prevailed before and after the raucous trumpets and heavy boots. For is it the first or the second or the mere another in dots That in the Roll of Honour grew his roots -
For they forgotten and you forgot and so might I forget.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
One day I talked to a quite close friend and was told with no emotion disturbing his speech that he shall leave soon, join army, be a proper soldier. No matter how many reasons he found for it, I was - and still am and always will be - against such decisions. But its his life, if he wants to waste it, its his choice I suppose...
Comments (4)
touche by the people in your life.
They are lucky to know you.
love your writes.