My Brother After the War
My older brother
Feels like another
Since back from the war
He's not very happy any more
Ryan is always stressed
He now has a wound on his chest
He's not the same
What a shame
So I say bye
Ryan you're a new guy
My Brother After the War
My older brother
Chrisjan commented on My Brother After the War
12-06-2020
Len commented on My Brother After the War
10-30-2020
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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