If you bloom at the razor's edge,
Then I have to get ready for the war my dearest.
If I die in the battlefield,
Please bury me in an unknown lover's graveyard.
* A young recruit scribbles on the rifle butt while resting in a campsite.
Lovely, poignant, elegiac. Everything that a good-bye poem should be. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
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Your words inspire, enchant and touch the heart of the reader. Another beautiful example of your magnificent poetic craft. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥