He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped
Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;
Aqueous like floating rays of amber light,
Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.
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Im amazed no one comments on these classics. Ive done a devised piece from not about heroes which is about seigfried and wilfred. Its... well its amazing and although the poems a filled with such pity and scorn. there is beauty in death and i find the poems very inspiring
Pretty much unbearable.