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Green blankets, rising and falling, Speckled with hues of colors Stirring with the caress of the wind. Creatures, like motes, swirl and spin, Alighting on the life-colors A brief pause, and they move again. Sky-cotton moving with ease, Flowing with a slow river current Lazily blocking the light from above, Casting cool relief below. I stand, amid the tranquility, Breathing the scent and beauty of Calm. The ease is reflected in my soul. I close my eyes... I open them... I hear the explosions. I feel the earth tear and rip. My comrades, my friends, mowed down like grass. I see death and chaos, War and carnage, I hear the screams of the dying. My fear dies... My rage is a growing storm.
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
Calm Memory
Green blankets, rising and falling, Speckled with hues of colors Stirring with the caress of the wind. Creatures, like motes, swirl and spin, Alighting on the life-colors A brief pause, and they move again. Sky-cotton moving with ease, Flowing with a slow river current Lazily blocking the light from above, Casting cool relief below. I stand, amid the tranquility, Breathing the scent and beauty of Calm. The ease is reflected in my soul. I close my eyes... I open them... I hear the explosions. I feel the earth tear and rip. My comrades, my friends, mowed down like grass. I see death and chaos, War and carnage, I hear the screams of the dying. My fear dies... My rage is a growing storm.
Xayven
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Xayven
34/M/USN
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
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