war

You hear the sound
like a screaming thunder
Inviting you to come closer

You listen to the pound
of your mind’s wonder
Refusing to hear the glaring speaker

You walked slowly
to open the window
Hearing rains like a crying widow

As you turn your back
and look at your pillow
Empty room full of sorrows

You stare at the marker
and look at the calendar
Counting summers you barely remember

Waiting for the news
that the war is over
Holding your ring to welcome your soldier.

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You hear the sound
like a screaming thunder
Inviting you to come closer

You listen to the pound
of your mind’s wonder
Refusing to hear the glaring speaker

You walked slowly
to open the window
Hearing rains like a crying widow

As you turn your back
and look at your pillow
Empty room full of sorrows

You stare at the marker
and look at the calendar
Counting summers you barely remember

Waiting for the news
that the war is over
Holding your ring to welcome your soldier.