Sense Of War Poem by Michael Secrets

Sense Of War

Rating: 5.0


I see red life spilled
I hear cries of fallen
I feel sick and afraid
I taste the dust and ashes
I think war has begun


red life spilled
cries of fallen
sick and afraid
the dust and ashes
war has begun

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