Talia Anziliero

Dear Friend,
Thanks for all your support when I needed it most,
Just don’t get cocky now, no need to boast,
We went together like butter on toast,
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We say we want peace,
But is that true?
They say we must fight for me and you,
Must blood really bring peace or just peace of mind for you?
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The jagged bow was ripped and torn,
Thrown around and tossed ashore,
And there it lay twisted and mangled, a waiting for salvation.
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Like the strongest oak,
You refuse to bow down
No matter how tempest the storm
You stand strong, tall and proud
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In the dead of the night I heard a tap and a call,
She was homeless, no memory at all.

Her face was young but filled with misery,
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You must first suffer in darkness,
Before you can seek the light,
So why do you suffer alone?
Little poppit do not cry,
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The wayward wolf howls to the misty moon,
His heart filled with sorrow,
That he spills into dead of night,
And echoes into silence of another cry,
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In the pale light of the autumn moon her hair danced like flowing ribbons and the leaves of the trees. The wind seemed to whistle along with her sad tune of song, it sounded as if her very soul was weeping as she sang.

Against the pale burning shadow of her cheeks a tear, solitary but strong escaped from her November eyes. As the tear left her cheek to land heavily upon the earth next to bare and bleeding feet, her song of sorrow became the woeful wail of finality, and as her song completed she turned to face the dark shadow of existence. “I’m ready” whispered she, her voice of a heroine meeting the end with understanding.
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The blazing heat,
The cool bitter air,
The whispering of the waves,
And I am flying free.
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The warriors weep for the fallen dead
The fallen dead weep for joy.

The pain they left behind
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The whispering of the trees,
The silence and buzz of animal activity,
Is now just a distant long gone memory.
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