BattlefieldsA Poem by MachinaWriterA poem...I write from this battlefield praying, may my wounds be healed. Raining in the
trenches of my mind I seek your hand in
mine. In the torn streets
of Italy, narrow, winding my mind rewinding to you and me. We’ve never met, just letters, missives from a world that’s
better, Will you miss this
soldier? I study your words, my beautiful girl, -wishing I could hold
her. And I think, -I could die happy
with this, just your words, your soul in
handwritten missives. And if I survive… And return home, your words will keep
me alive I’m never alone. I could live with
hope, laugh and smile even if we stay miles
apart. There’s no distance
with the heart. And if I see you, only when we’re old
and grey, I’ll smile, because you’ll be an
old friend that day. Never a stranger, never unknown, because even miles
apart, your heart is my
home. © 2012 MachinaWriterReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 18, 2012 Last Updated on November 18, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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