#54-(sonnet)

The times moved slow
Sweet melodies again
Terribly awesome weather
I hoped it snowed.

The voices grew louder
The steps imaginable
Imagination blured
Sight of all that was good, lost.

A world of war
Peace at the edges of the mountains
Friendships lost,
Gates of heaven closed.

Words of the wise misinterpreted
War became inevitable.

#daviskawalya..

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