Two years
flashed by
in a snap
before the lieutenant's eyes.
He has seen death
besiege him
and the deceased
shield him from assault.
The final countdown
commences promptly;
He has one
last deed left.
Here lies the
lieutnant perished -
clinging to
a photograph
of his lovely wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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