End Of The War Poem by Devin Weseen
End Of The War
Walking down the street as the cool breeze of spring touches my face.
Making sure there aren't any unused mines where I will step next.
A man with no arms walked out and gave me a grin as a tear fell out of his eye.
The medics came out and took him back.
I kept on walking down the road thinking about my family.
Assuring myself they were in a better place.
The war is over but the sadness isn't
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