Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Last Stand Comments

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Crimson red drops stain his armor
Like a flood the enemy washes over their defenses
The night sky is clear and the moonlight illuminates their blades and spears
The night is quiet but their shouts make melody with their boots as they make their approach
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David Musoke
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Brian Mawadri 06 March 2017

lovely poem......................thanks for sharing

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