Fate Of Man Poem by Tia Attwood

Fate Of Man



The Winter claims the souls of man
across the far off distant land,
when birds of man begin to fan
The winter claims the souls of man.
How swift our foreign foes had ran
from those who yield their fate in hand.
The Winter claims the souls of man
across the far off distant land.

Thursday, January 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace
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