i pluck a lullaby from notes that the wind makes
and i sing in la-la-la’s just for you
i pretend that the fellas can hear me too
as the warm sun makes me take off your old army shirt
hold on i got a text
but before i scroll on screens i loved your stories
of bayonets and the history channel’s gruesome blitzkriegs
and when you’d sit in the garage
crying hysterically like a heart broken woman
i would weep too by the old fig tree in the afternoons
why do we fight when we fight each other
and when we fight ourselves will the world be better off
Fighting would be scary……. for me….
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That is a great take on Remembrance Day. The world would be infinitely better off if we fought ourselves instead of others.
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I agree, thanks for reading friend 🙂
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Ace.
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Thank you friend xo
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