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The Rain |
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A storm
followed the dying.
The wind
and rain,
... and something crying
as it washed the hair
and face,
of a young soldier
lying
alone in the mud,
and blood.
'No choppers were flying!'
Slowly
his hair turned blond
again.
His face,
cold
and sleeping,
was washed by rain.
... so quiet
and alone,
and for that moment,
he was beyond
all pain.
I closed his eyes...
forever.
It was a terrible storm,
... the lightning flashing!
The thunder of war!
The rain. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2004
Listed
January 14, 2010 |
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