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Leaves From the Vine

Leaves from the vine,

Falling so slow.

Like fragile, tiny shells

Drifting in the foam.

 

Little soldier boy

Come marching home.

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home.

 

These leaves did fall

From branches overgrown.

Drifting slowly down.

Resting all alone.

 

Little soldier boy

Taken from a home.

Forced to fight a war

That is not his own.

 

Leaves from the vine,

Falling so slow.

Like fragile, tiny shells

Drifting in the foam.

 

Little soldier boy

Come marching home.

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home.

 

Leaves fell that night

When everything was silent.

No one dared to make a noise.

 

The little soldier boy

Found his way back home.

His mother wrapped her arms

Around his corpse.

 

Leaves from the vine,

Falling so slow.

Like fragile, tiny shells

Drifting in the foam.

 

Little soldier boy

Come marching home.

Brave soldier boy

Come marching home.

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Written by
SSJonX
22 / M
Published
Mar 28, 2018
Lines·Words
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Tags
#sad#war#death#sorrow
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