I long to run where
Snipers play, along the green
And blood soaked field to find
A peace I've never
Known from deep within.
Snipers play, along the green
And blood soaked field to find
A peace I've never
Known from deep within.
An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.