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war. little poem. some thought. comment.Rate this Poem
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Created:
06/18 2007
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Passion
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Little Thoughts. |
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Reality |
Beauty grows from cruelty.
Tall, thin flowers sway in the breeze.
Gentle purples. Soft, delicate pinks.
Grass grows thick and strong.
Dandelions lose their seed all day long.
Ants work overtime.
Building their homes, gathering a mighty feast.
Would anybody imagine I lay a corpse beneath the trees.
With all their roots growing about my knees.
Shot in the war.
Summer of 1913.
Smiling at that German soldier I always shall regret.
One little thing brings me peace.
From this fast cruelty grows a careful beauty.
Gentle purples. Soft, delicate pinks.
Grass grows thick and strong.
Dandelions lose their seed all day long.
Ants work overtime.
Building their homes, gathering a mighty feast.
Would anybody imagine I lay a corpse beneath the trees.
With all their roots growing about my knees.
Shot in the war.
Summer of 1913.
Smiling at that German soldier I always shall regret.
One little thing brings me peace.
From this fast cruelty grows a careful beauty.
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