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 |  Ya'd think we could come up with a better solution. A Pantoum form. |
| A poem in Pantoum form Stone Silent Quiet is the tear of all mothers’ eyes Grief’s muted sound, all words left unspoken Sons' faded light from gunpowder skies Numb is the feel, white stars' folded token Grief’s muted sound, all words left unspoken Green misty jungle all jumbled in red Numb is the feel, white stars' folded token Blurred is the face of all my brave dead Green misty jungle all jumbled in red Shrouded are my souls, time left behind Blurred is the face of all my brave dead Veiled are the scars married to my mind Shrouded are my souls, time left behind Stilled are my lives, from those that gave all Veiled are my scars married to my mind Grey are my names chiseled on my Wall Stilled are my lives, from those that gave all Sons' faded light from gunpowder skies Grey are my names chiseled on my Wall Quiet is the tear of all mothers’ eyes |
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