
I was wounded and tears in my eyes, I looked for you
In the forest the grass was still wet with dew
I heard a sound weaving through the greenness
“Is that you? Are you hurt? I cried in bleakness
Picking a bow and a bullet, my anxiety was rising
Not knowing what to do, my heart and soul aching
Where are you? Can you hear me? Odd feeling
I carried on even though I’m still bleeding
The silence had bitten deep than the horror
I tried to focus but everything was a blur
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a powerful piece and definitely bleak.
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you 🙂
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thanks for the reblog, Sue 🙂
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My pleasure, Lady Lee 🙂
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