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What I see now…

The small change

it seems funny to hear

the wind blowing

not from the wind now.

The eyes see

but the heart

sees as well.

I find myself confused

torn by strips of

barbed wire

and screaming

with the welling

blood.

The trees

whisper

as I stand

alone.

What do trees whisper

sad news

of fallen brothers

and of lives ending.

The sing of fires

and of moments that pass.

As I stand there

blood welling.

I am alone.

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What do you think?

Legend

Written by DocAndersen

One fan, One team and a long time dream Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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