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Meadow World

Under a red night sky
Our arms embrace, no sound
Is heard 'cept soft breathing
And a distant bleat from the farmlands,
The world across the meadow earth.

I am going to war.
Like boys, b-bgun fire,
My cap is painted red, yet
These new stains are permanent, they

Are human dye, slain silent in pain.
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Landrey 14 January 2007

Writers have tried and some have succeeded in capturing what you did so powerfully in the 5 stanzas but they all miss the glory of the last phrase tied with the words in quotes...great pinnacle. Way to bend words into your own special use, I love it. -landrey

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