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Warriors, full, bask in the sun.
They dined as Kings with battle won. Judge them not, for wars they rage. They are but words on anothers page. A book of visions written by dreams. Reality lost within its seams. Slowly fades the gentle light, as day resigns to dark of night. At last their weary souls can rest, as humbled hearts survived their test. For peace they pray there is half a chance, as God conducts tomorrows dance. |
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That poem is beautiful, the one about Warriors.....its beautiful Just thought I'd tell you that
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Thank you shy...I am glad you liked it
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