Running through
The woods
Guns on shoulders
Bombs on sides
The moon shining
Men falling
Marching through
Unknown lands
He calls on last time
“Baby I love you”
“I will find you”
‘I Swear”
She hears
These very words
She tries to call again
But nothing
Just a painful moan
She’s dieing
No chance
To reverse it
She has but only one
Wish
To see
Her love
And hold him
One last time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, this is gettin very interesting