It’s the sun, the moon, the burning silver stars
It’s the pain that you learn from, new wounds and old scars
It’s the war that never ends in the blood-spattered field
It’s the slashing of the sword and the protection of the shield
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Hats off to you: D Wonderful, lively, lovely amazing poetry.. We are nothing without these things... Beautiful conclusion... truly, life is made up of these small yet meaningful things.. Keep writing :)