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Monday, 29 April 2013

War

War is like a broken window.
You won't be able to see until it's pieces are together.
Pain comes along the journey of reassembly.
A small accident leading to larger struggles.
Sometimes the pieces don't fit, like a Tower beside a hut.
The pieces good for nothing
Unless they are one.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is very well done !! Great use of poetic devices.

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