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Jul 2018
Seven Iron Crosses

Running through the lovely pain,
Seven iron crosses lay plunged in the sand,
He said he would wait.
But it is lovely, his eyes now stunned,
A good savior believes in war,
In The Old Sanctuary she stares at the ocean,
Seven iron crosses lay steady,
She doesn't know how to pray,
Spiritus forte.
There was him, but he is not anymore.
Babylon insists, his enemy interested.
Woke up in a magna desperation,
She's yearning for the ocean,
Where seven iron crosses disappeared,
She wants to go back,
Plunge into the dark,
Sweet blues and a cold temper,
If only she could be those seven iron crosses…
An old poem I wrote back in 2016. Enjoy!
RBWhite
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RBWhite  25/F/Venezuela
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