WhyA Poem by NevilleWhy Was it something that they said, they
wore or waved or what they maybe thought they did .. Or the colour of their skin, or eyes,
now largely hid behind those individual lids .. Not to mention that bloody awful
shell-shocked gaze, now staring blind and vacant from behind those tailor
made and inexpensive wooden frames, forever gazing upward and with
tears still streaming
down each side toward that smoke streaked sky .. © 2022 NevilleReviews
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Added on April 6, 2022Last Updated on April 6, 2022 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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