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Post War

The cold battlefield,
Resting in silence,
Wounded,

Stains of crimson blood,
Here and there, gleaming
Like gems,

The indigo sun
Bleeds upon the dead,
In pain.

The country, buried,
Wails and tears linger...
VIETNAM.


by TRI TRAN(TT)
(c) 2005 - All Rights Reserved
Submitted 2 December 2005



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