The burst of gunfire more dead
Spring twenty twenty-one.
Piercing dreams gone forever
Spring twenty twenty-one.
Each time we cycle of the sun
Spring twenty twenty-one.
We promise to wipe the slate clean
Spring twenty twenty-one.
We love each other more than anything
Spring twenty twenty-one.
Deep wrongness we can’t clean
Spring twenty twenty-one.
Forgive each other
Spring twenty twenty-one.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: May 27th, 2021 13:46
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Strong words Jerry.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
Good write Jerry.
What seems daft is ceasing war when the weather is seasonally bad, then resuming it afterwards. Sort of: 'Ooh, I can't kill you now, it's too cold to be fighting these days; I'll try and kill you when it's warmer weather'.
Though even in Old Testament, there were 'times when people went to war', i.e. resumed it, in a sort of 'Grouse shooting season' way, only within permitted dates.
Thanks, Orchi.
that juxtaposition, contrast
between your first line's purposed, impactful wording
and that artwork
with its dormant marble colours and broken cubed subtle imagery,
is a wonderful showcasing of your creativity's unique brushstrokes
in my humble opinion..
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing Jerry
Much appreciated, L.B.
most meaningful and with more impact than a high velocity bullet sir ...
Thanks, Neville. Much appreciated.
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