Treasure Island

Hilal Yilmaz


Blood Sky

The sky is drunk by blood
Blood, from the people who tried to save us.
People who are heroes.
They wanted that our live become better.
So i ask you, did it?

The sky is drunk by blood
Blood, from the people who tried to save their Families,
the people they love.
They wanted that the world become better.
So i ask you, did she?

Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2012
Edited: Monday, January 30, 2012
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  • Romeo Della Valle (4/29/2012 11:21:00 AM)

    Bravo! Outburst of the heart magically filtered through this well crafted and poignant write! CONGRATULATIONS and WELCOME to the Poetry World! You have entered into this beautiful World so impressively by posting this thought provoking write! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! You have potential! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! (Report) Reply

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