Tia Attwood


Fate Of Man - Poem by Tia Attwood

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace

Form: Triolet


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, January 29, 2016


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