The Taste of War

Rain ...
A comfort,
Perhaps the blood will wash away.
Off my face,
and out of my eyes.

Perhaps the blood I've seen
Spilt on the ground,
coming out like a river,
Will fade away.

Perhaps I won't smell it anymore.
Dear rain, bring me a new smell.

Raise my head to taste it,
the nourishing rain...
It is tangy, metallic and sweet.

Even the rain...
Drenched in the flavor of this war.
Blood and muddy water mix in the air.
A peculiar smell.
The only one I remember.
Written by stormz_of_fire (River)
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