A drop of life rolls down my cheek
Towards the earth where the soil waits
A manga of hope left in its wake
Faster, faster, it's almost time
Find some love. Some shelter and hide
Through the wars, through the death
A filed of hatred, hurt and regret
Another drop down my cheek
It's music I can now hear
And yet I run but do not fear
Safety in my distant vision of smoke and dust
Over mounds that come up from the ground
Over mounds that are made not of earth...
Another drop now on my chin
Another drop to wash the sin
Within my grasp I hold a flag
It's colour brighter then the snow
Hanging from a branch I found long ago
Stuck in fear and lost death
I still hold it down when I take my breath
Booms and roars of the skies now sing
In safety of shelter I now remain
As the rain now pours from the heavens above
A drop of life I felt on my cheek
Was the first thing i remember when war ended that week
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Author:
Wilting moon (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Even when a major event may be taking place, we still remember the small things at the time. Those small thing are also sometimes the most memorable.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Very, very, nice. It's been said that all of the Universe exists in one teardrop. Your use of war-ending as a big event, where one tends to remember the small things that happen, is real and truthful. I liked the way you structured your poem, following tears that fall at different times. Well, enough from me, Thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem. - Phil A.
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