Soggy smelling peat
On a smoke obscured hill,
Death,
like a blanket.
Souls bonded together,
fear conquered.
Haggard
pale pinched faces,
Only the eyes,
Bright, alert,
The mirror of our
souls.
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Soggy smelling peat
On a smoke obscured hill,
Death,
like a blanket.
Souls bonded together,
fear conquered.
Haggard
pale pinched faces,
Only the eyes,
Bright, alert,
The mirror of our
souls.
If this piece moved you, let the writer know.