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Behind the silence, a watchful soul remains— Not a soldier, but a prayer wrapped in names. In every tale of war and whispered plea, A friend’s voice echoes, never holy, just free. He doesn’t sit on a hero’s throne, But by the window, quiet and alone. His weapons— pen, poem, and memory’s flame— Guardian of what was, keeper of hope’s name.
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
ThePoppiesStillBloom
Guardian of Memory
Behind the silence, a watchful soul remains— Not a soldier, but a prayer wrapped in names. In every tale of war and whispered plea, A friend’s voice echoes, never holy, just free. He doesn’t sit on a hero’s throne, But by the window, quiet and alone. His weapons— pen, poem, and memory’s flame— Guardian of what was, keeper of hope’s name.
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