Precipitation, a drop of gold
Water pours down, almost tenfold
Standing in silence at hallows keep
Scarce crowds gather where families sleep
The silent reckoning of murdered smiles
As brave men lay, spread for miles
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A refined poetic imagination, Rhyn. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.