problems are not problems if and when the hurdles are jumped
walls are broken if talked through
vows are disconnected when the wills are parted
windows are smashed because the truth has
hurt
pain is tough just like life and memories
colours are there and everywhere
bouquet of wisdom
a pocket of shells
the search for pennies
mask the period of open and closed
fights and wounds wars and hate
minute by hour for the second
brave and solo a coward a no man
step forward two thousand rounds caught in a
c age of wire and screams loud and crying
the meeting of the minds to risk the plan of
what
tears and home
skies and sleep
cuddles and blood
meals and dug outs
dreams and death
to end the scars of seas and countries
call to bare arms
watch the flag
count the souls
the will the power the button at hand
everywhere the wars
and dreams death
and memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem