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choice, faith, grace, home, love, nearer, seasons, smoke, sometimes, strength, unremembering, war
of wars
I’ve no memory
but the sweet smell
of smoke
and a distance
who knew
we were going
ready for battle
guilty regret
for the last we recall
letting go
when taps started
playing
who rose to dance
cleft from the heart
you were breaking
saved by the passage
of blue into light
safe from
remembering
war
. . .
This may be one of the most beautiful photographs I’ve ever seen!
Shakened and released.
When it comes to war, Bobbie, I feel that it’s probably the ugliest thing that one people can do to another…, something that I /we could forever forget. Thanks for the gift of your time, reading my poor efforts at writing. ……xo
me
This is full of light Bobbie, hope shines light, as do you. ❤
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