As I stand here in the sunlight I feel so very alone I stare at the wreaths of poppies Propped up against the stone The stone that bears many local names Two...
Tag - rememberance
Out of death comes a poppy red like blood the soldiers bled their sacrifice still shows In the red flowers that grow where they fought for our freedom. Someone...
Lying in the dirt of a no man’s zone dying and thinking of home tears trickling down my cheek a life born so strong and ending so weak I cannot...
I put on this mask, a chrysalis of my life beyond skin. This skin which so easily breaks and evaporates into nothingness leaving behind the memories given...
Out of death comes a poppy red like blood the soldiers bled their sacrifice still shows In the red flowers that grow where they fought for our freedom. Someone...
