Sonnet 7 (200 Sonnet's Of The Soldier) - Poem by Leom Kolmnela
Anxious we are for what lays on our path ahead
when dark moments of the past we tend to forget.
Often times I wish and pray
my good friends to see again;
to share hugs, thoughts, and one day
dig out some hoots of street laughter with them.
And even if as once within us we fight
bravado demonstrating like boys do,
to venture the streets by morning light
and together at night return anew.
But it seems as it is not meant to be
for our lives to always thrive.
Somewhere there is only beauty
elsewhere people barely survive.
Oh, my earth's moon that will never return
your illuminance intentions I can't discern.
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