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Nov 2018
No more captivating colors,
as with our eyes,
we welcome a greyness
created by us.

Sadness conquers,
missiles are dropped,
a whole lot of places,
are being undone.

Bodies fall to the ground,
meanwhile sitting at home,
lingers the woman
who can't sleep at night,
waiting for the nightmare
to cease at time.

Later, the wind
happens to come,
bringing devastating news,
about all of those
who at the end are lost.
Adding more
broken hearts and tears,
to an already filled up
list of heartbroken shields .

Ashes are seen
all over the sky,
but they would be better
if they had never come alive.

Memories are lost,
people are in grief,
No more battle,
please let us live.
Sophia Margarita
Written by
Sophia Margarita  16/F/Colombia
(16/F/Colombia)   
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