A flower and words, words...

A flower
blooming on the battlefield;
A soldier's torn flesh
The wind,
The rabid sounds of fury;
The wind whispering a child's cry;
And words, and words and words.

A flower
playing hide and seek with the sun;
A woman's hands touching gently
provoking, wanting
A man advancing in the dark;
The steady breath
The absence of time
And then words, words, words.


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