It is done finally at last
It has passed...
The bombs a thunderous storm.
An earthquake of explosions...
Lying next to you in the comfort of your warmth
enveloped by your arms...
The angel closes her eyes,
she is blind...
I would have said yes
If you would have asked...
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, it is measured by the moments that take your breath away. |