#WritcoPoemChallenge
Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
When this war ends,
No one will know,
For how can one truly know that there is peace
When so many dies here.
Maybe, one day, the flowers will bloom,
The trees will grow there frut again,
And maybe one day,
We will be able to run free once again.
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