Poems from groovedwarepeople

It was hard to believe the war was over, it seemed to be all the same Bitterly cold in a shell-shocked land being beaten by drizzling rain...
He saw her first, when he was but fifteen, She was cute, the cutest he’d seen. But oh so young, maybe not yet a teen, He said, …. not a...
Started by a single shot A red poppy on the wall The world became a melting pot A red poppy on the wall   Young they were that marched away...
A life well lived is a full life of pain Physical, mental and heartfelt gain Highest of high and lowest of low Weeks that ebb and years...
‘Tis ancient, the land of the morning calm With peaceful villages and green rice farms Where mungungwha bloom as from heaven And sacred...

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