#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers crying for help
yet she is far away looking at the field
But that doesn't keep her away
She runs with all her strength
She decides with all her might to be there
Where many left hope
She was a boon for those wounded
Immediately a shine of light in those broken
fallen eyes
Tears of relief, long soft breaths released
At last there was an angel
Seemed like a thunder and rain in dessert
There was her, who was about to save those souls.
© M.P