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Cotton Ball Clouds Coursing through the sky like fish in a stream Springtime fields of poppy swaying to the earth's omnipresent music Dad and daughter laughing and playing he lifts her up so she can fly as they enjoy their picnic of fun Brothers flying flags of azure and gold passing old stories and a glinting flask teasing and reminiscing the grizzled fisherman wading in the river rubbing his lucky blue hat thoughts of cooking fish with his wife on his mind lovers embraced in a circlet of poppy eyes closed imagining, planning out the future with a house, a baby MIGs tear across the sky decimating the clouds erupting the land below in fire Soldiers stomping on poppies Bullets screaming From the mouths of their trigger happy fingers Poppy petals pooling in blood The dad clutching the still hand of his little girl Knives rising and falling, cutting up lives The cut free kites flying towards the heavens Blood is thicker than water As it flows with a bobbing blue hat Fists locked in combat like the frayed ends of the clasped lover's hands A mother making dinner for her Husband and daughter to come cheerfully home to Click A mother and father kitting and reading the newspaper waiting for their boys to barge through the front doors Click A recently widowed wife watching the news realizing her husband was fishing in the area of the battle Click A love never fulfilled destroyed by the fires of war Click I no longer want to be in a world that chooses war over love Click
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
War on Love
Cotton Ball Clouds Coursing through the sky like fish in a stream Springtime fields of poppy swaying to the earth's omnipresent music Dad and daughter laughing and playing he lifts her up so she can fly as they enjoy their picnic of fun Brothers flying flags of azure and gold passing old stories and a glinting flask teasing and reminiscing the grizzled fisherman wading in the river rubbing his lucky blue hat thoughts of cooking fish with his wife on his mind lovers embraced in a circlet of poppy eyes closed imagining, planning out the future with a house, a baby MIGs tear across the sky decimating the clouds erupting the land below in fire Soldiers stomping on poppies Bullets screaming From the mouths of their trigger happy fingers Poppy petals pooling in blood The dad clutching the still hand of his little girl Knives rising and falling, cutting up lives The cut free kites flying towards the heavens Blood is thicker than water As it flows with a bobbing blue hat Fists locked in combat like the frayed ends of the clasped lover's hands A mother making dinner for her Husband and daughter to come cheerfully home to Click A mother and father kitting and reading the newspaper waiting for their boys to barge through the front doors Click A recently widowed wife watching the news realizing her husband was fishing in the area of the battle Click A love never fulfilled destroyed by the fires of war Click I no longer want to be in a world that chooses war over love Click
#love#war
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
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