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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1792693
This is a short poem of 5 lines about the peace after war.
Dark Peace
Rivers run, but their waters blood red
Poppies grow, where there lay the dead
Mother nature, holds her breath
As the air is strangled by the sound of death

A rhyming poem
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