I trudged so lonely
the fires
that flared
as sentinels all around
burnt my feet:
yet
I felt not burning
but a hunger in the Soul
and a thirst
a thirst and parching:
with bend head and
resigned
I trudged
the war is lost
the war is lost
all battles lost
kept I saying
Awhile
I trudged so lonely
the fires
that flared
as sentinels all around
burnt my feet
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