Samstag, 10. November 2012


good night, sleep tight.


 "We stood in the barren landscape,
between iron scraps,
remembering our comrades.
  i softly began to cry.
tears flowing like brooks.
 
He came up beside me,
  a smile in his tears,
fists clenched. 

"Let us not forget
who fought with us,
but let us carry their spirits
on our hearts
as we go into battle."


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