TomorrowA Poem by BrynnaW.One of my mini poems from a collection I had to do.
A war so great,
Painted by streaks of red, Knows not the rules of life. What it knows is sorrow, Death, its friend. Yet we rely on this, To determine tomorrow. © 2015 BrynnaW. |
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2 Reviews Added on January 15, 2015 Last Updated on January 15, 2015 AuthorBrynnaW.My New Home, ORAboutMy name is Brynna Wynne Wiley. Aka: BrynnaW. I'm supposed to tell all about myself right here but... I've done that before. Now, it's just about the writing. more..Writing
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