On the edge of a ravaged battle cliff,
the solitary warrior stepped across,
bodies and bloody pools,
and gazed across the sea.
On the other shore,
stood his wife, mother and aging father,
tear stains on their cheeks.
Across the water,
flew a white dove, bearing news to be read -
they hoped - by the father -
of his first child now cradled in its mother's arms.
Somehow, the dove was just a showing of faith and hope,
for their gazes met across the sea.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
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