No more dead

They fled from the flooded trenches

Hanging on to the last threads of being human

They seek for broad shoulders, just to feel

the warmth and making them whole again

Only the form of the helmets all around them

betray bygone dreams and fast disappearing

ambitions

 

 

◄ No fighting Temeraire

No Passchendaele ►

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