As I lie on a war-tortured beach
Faintly, I feel of comfort of relief
Desperate-light, dawn peaks
Now oversees, into my reach
For day abruptly dawns
The battle. Finally! Finally won
Amazed Death, did not stay
On this, far-from-glorious day
Tag: poetry
Bare, Poetry by Doug Robbins
Branches bare, bald, as you used to be,
when you were in remission,
You say bare trees are ugly.
Did you enjoy being
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