Saturday, September 11, 2021

Painting The Streets Red With Poppies Comments

Rating: 5.0

At the whistle blast I went over the top.
I just kept on going and would not stop.
As the barrage of bullets whistled by
I knew that if one hit me I would die.
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Royston Nella
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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 September 2021

Exellently said, just a Beautiful poem! 5 Stars for this touching poem!

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