Seasons Of War Poem by Tyler Tillett
Seasons Of War
War is dirty, full of sweat
Blood, tears
Body's show as morning sun
Glistens the plain,
Summers come, winter goes
What about all those
Who lost there souls?
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to turn
Dark, empty, plain yet
So beautiful when spring
Flowers grows
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