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Flags Walk
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Flags Walk |
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since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
A flag walks. This flag leads thunder. Footsteps, the walking sunder. Pale faces. Grim expressions They climb hills. For if it falters if it falls, a life is lost. But it is always picked up again weather the sun shines or the clouds rain. Flags walk with tears. Flags brave the battlefield They brave the new frontier. Flags get shot. They don’t bleed blood. Yet as they endure shot after shot, lose a piece of cloth, shot after shot. The image of a nation starts to get lost. The flag... Another perfect picture of poetry. It leads the masses. It’s the image of victory through the ages. It’s the coming prophecy of doom. It burns so fast one can assume it protected a nation like a baby wrapped in the womb. A flag pierces the grass, a symbol never forgotten amongst the rows of tombs. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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