There are places my spirit has yet to visit, ere that from countless meditation, in dreaming of those loved yet lost from eye and heart, have walked among the dead and found no freedom there Where blood as thin as vapor and a cosmopolitan heart has found a steady pace seeking balance Far away thunder carries the cannon volley in its clarion call, that all lands are brought to birth by the sword and cannon’s roar coming from distant lands to fall silent on the ramparts of oblivion...
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 05:42:35 +0000
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