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Selcouth
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers.
She is the wind of war,
The breath of the fallen,
Whispering their names,
As she passes by the mourners.
She is the witness of pain,
The messenger of sorrow,
Bearing their stories,
To the ears of tomorrow.
#WritcoPoemPrompt28
© Yara.s
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers.
She is the wind of war,
The breath of the fallen,
Whispering their names,
As she passes by the mourners.
She is the witness of pain,
The messenger of sorrow,
Bearing their stories,
To the ears of tomorrow.
#WritcoPoemPrompt28
© Yara.s
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