Over the BattlefieldsA Poem by Zoli FernAn experimental poemToo quickly, she stops. The sky is gray. Pictures stumble across the clouds; a A battlefield creek, A battlefield.
On the platform of thoughts, Of green and orange Of heavens, She falls to the ground. Weak.
And overhead, the eagle flies. © 2016 Zoli FernAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 8, 2016 Last Updated on March 8, 2016 Tags: battlefield, death, sorrow, weakness, love AuthorZoli FernMarquette, MIAboutI started writing stories years ago, and I haven't been able to stop since. I'm always looking for ways to improve my craft, and learning from how others write. more..Writing
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