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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem