Bloods colored the land below the wind.
The rainfalls are the tears from the loved ones left behind.
The wind blows, the grass bends to respect the heroes.
The dead are never the dead to us until we have forgotten them.
God blesses the heroes and may you rest in peace.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Bloods colored the land below the wind.
The rainfalls are the tears from the loved ones left behind.
The wind blows, the grass bends to respect the heroes.
The dead are never the dead to us until we have forgotten them.
God blesses the heroes and may you rest in peace.
This poem is dedicated to the armies and polices that sacrificed their lives to protect others.
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