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2014-07-23

Wheat field

Five somber days gone by. Over
the wheat fields of Europe's Granary
a Firebird was shot down. In broad daylight.

Now a ghostly train travels back. At night
wagons loaded with corpses. Instead of grain  
death. Hatred maddening the senses.

The ripe wheat left in the field.
Bent down. Unharvested. 



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2 comments:

  1. I'd like to post a link to this, if I may.

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  2. Flame, I am honored. Thank you for your kind share.

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