City Of VermilionA Poem by FarahWhat war is like.The sun is drooping low Heavens glow deep red Stretching shadows of those left dead They've gone but the damage is done The streets are stained with sticky blood Shining a dull grey Everyone is silent Holding our breath There's no more to say Seeing the cold look in those eyes And fire ravages my heart Hearing the shrill screams of Those who've lost all dreams I look up and The sky is streaked with hope The future lingers
© 2014 FarahAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorFarahToronto, CanadaAboutHello alI, I'm just a young writer and perhaps a poet who enjoys words and being able to express myself. I luvvv chocolate. I love football and painting. Hope to see you around, new friend! more..Writing
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