Finale Poem by Petra Novakova
Finale
How fickle Life must be
when all that remains
of the glorious past
is but a fading memory
How fickle Death must be
when echoes of history
are denied completely
by whispers of battles lost
How fickle Dawn must be
when the last day comes
with the skies in flames
and oceans boiling red
Friday, September 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,history
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