#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...

lots of question arise with the soldier
her wife thinking about her dreaming song.

once you come to the house but never reply their journey
about the real song of a soldier always in a solitude.

Hardy meaning
in a colloquialcense
in a happy moment to a simple line
there will be you and border.

love also present in a solitary manner
but the feeling also going hand in hand

dance with the product money
became pool and come with the position
just recognise yourself with the border.
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