Kinder Horizon

Days come and go,
Black and white,
Smiles lost long ago,
Taken by winter’s bite.

Of love and war,
Lies a dove,
Wings that could not soar,
Hopeful eyes look above.

Love and sentiment purged from the land,
Hope dying like a weak flame,
Broken bodies turn to sand,
But we had only ourselves to blame.

The land slowly dying,
Taken by strong poison,
Red bodies in the snow, lying,
Forever reaching for that kinder horizon.

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