MY FRAGILE FRAME, MY SMALL FOUND.
INSIDE ME RAGES' BATTLES OF OLD
THERE MEN AS MEN
IM, ON MY BATTLE GROUND
NO ONE CAN TAKE WHAT IVE EARNED
MY MIND MY . THATS ALL YOU WOULD FIND.
PUSHED ASIDE AND SPURRED
A GENTLE FRAGILE FRAME
WITH THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS FIGHTING INSIDE
NO LONGER PUSHED,NO LONGER PULLED
STEADY,STANDING ON MY FEET I FIND.
A STEADY SOLDIER ON HER BATTLE GROUND
FEEL THE STRENGTH, FEEL THAT PRIDE
PRIDE COURSING THROUGH THE VEINS OF A FRAGILE FRAME.
THE STRENGTH OF THEIR FEARLESS WAR
CALM, STEADY HER OWN FEET SHE STANDS ALONE
A BATTLE CRY, COMES SO CRYSTAL CLEAR
STEADY. CALM. TO HER COMES PEACE GALORE.
27TH NOV. 16
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Author:
illia (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
again I like this style this one echos a glorious victory
Oh my, Mr ww..my ego has had a little boost. Thankyou very much. 😉
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