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I Thought of you and who you lost
Not for jealous purpose.
But to admire and applaud
What you were, so in love.
He was a very privileged man
You a privileged woman.
How time is short
Changing time, love lost, but.
Love never dies as lovers do
It remains the same, golden.
Pervading, ebbing and flowing
Through time and space.
Like the tide on the shore
Pleasing memory, hurting.
It is...
Sunday 1st December 2013 3:30 am
Vusvee
My observation of a man and my thoughts on how war affected him.
Repetitively
Tapping cigarette packet.
Casting imaginary incense
Praying that the past.
Will not come back
What did he see.
What does he feel
Mind blocked
Wandering, torn spirit
Thinking of the dead.
He was found under
A pile of bodies.
Darkened liquid terror
Voices of killers.
Smell of blood
Lie still, survive.
Saturday 30th November 2013 7:58 pm
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