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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind 
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Marching across the sky, Solders of various sizes Wear in white in salute To the drying desert. The dying dead-ert, And the brilliant sun Reflect the red blood, Flowing on dry river. Trace of the river Lead to foot prints I sigh and exclaim In memories of history. Slowly, marching across These soldiers are fragile. Swaying, moved by the wind, Not knowing they will survive. Striving for their life, Not knowing which source Is reliable. Running, Like lost children in the mist... Lost children in the mist, Who doesn't know what they are doing. It doesn't matter How they get into this place, All are victims of the dark. Who says who is right? Who doesn't have family? Who isn't protecting their own country? Who want to live in terror? Who want to see bloody Body killed by oneself? Who doesn't have a conscious? Who doesn't know history? When the white Soldiers across, The sky is in deep blue. Blue of tears, blue of rivers All are contaminated. Fears enter their heart, Innocent once there is lost... And I... Here observing the sky...another day. Eliza Simmons ~Every girl has a dream within. [This message has been edited by aries_luv_ppl (04-01-2003 01:40 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Dear Eliza, This is a very empathetic poem. You may be home observing the sky, but indeed you are aware of tragic circumstances elsewhere. Very insightfuland very well done. Love, Joyce |
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