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a poem
A poem
The blue flowers in the kitchen thrive
in the shade, and fading day is welcomed
In days of pain, mortality is not an intruder
Old battlefields have the greenest grass
bodies going back wench they came
the blue flowers in the kitchen look lovely.
The blue flowers in the kitchen thrive
in the shade, and fading day is welcomed
In days of pain, mortality is not an intruder
Old battlefields have the greenest grass
bodies going back wench they came
the blue flowers in the kitchen look lovely.
Published 22nd Feb 2025
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22nd Feb 2025 7:47pm
These lines conjure to me a picture of dead soldiers being resurrected and returned alive to their loved ones from the battlefields (note I have put in what I am sure is the correct W word):
Old battlefields have the greenest grass
bodies going back whence they came
Old battlefields have the greenest grass
bodies going back whence they came
