flowers no longer bloom
in this battlefield..
in the shadows of sacrifice
grief is the warrior
that stumbles paralysed
from the souls’ of veterans
who braved the war
carrying their tombstones
under a stained sun,
its rays dying on
a cenotaph..
silently they lie
only memories etch their
immobilized lives..
yaskhan 
Very poignant and powerfully moving!
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Thank you Jonathan!
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The war graves of Northern France are a mix of beautiful and sad. A fine tribute, Lady Yasmin.
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Am glad you like it , Lord Zoolon.
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Cenotaphs have an invisible message that projects the frailty of life itself.
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They died so we could have world peace, how can we forget, a beautiful tribute!
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Thank you 😊 Mick , my precious friend!
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Thank you too.
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This is just brilliant! I love the depths of your caring mind!
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Thank you Venessa. Very kind of you to say that.
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Heartbreaking poem… beautiful!
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Thank you Leigha.
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You’re welcome.
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Very powerful words, Yassy. Well done!
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Thank you Robbie.
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Kudos to Yassy for this great poetry work. The cenotaph in my city stand tall at a junction where four roads meets. I bless their souls anytime I pass by it, knowing that they sacrifice their lives for the course of the people. Peace be upon the souls of the fallen heroes as their evergreen memories lives.
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Amen
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A brilliant piece of writing yassy, those last three lines are remarkable.
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Many many thanks Davy.
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“They also serve who stand and wait.” This line has popped into my head of late. When the battle is raging, we all feel helpless.
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Yes. You are right.
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Powerful poetry!
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Thank you Malcolm.
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