War & Violence

The sunrises but it cannot be seen

the grey in the sky

and the smoke in the air

She knows its time to say goodbye

she holds his hand tightly

he shakes to let her go

she relases his hand 

begging him not to go

he grabs her tight

he kisses her head

her nose 

her lips

he grabs his packs

slips out the door

as her sorow grows 

saying goodbye 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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