Found: one sword rusted, chipped, bent How many red battles how many dead lives Peace rusts its bite In retirement it lays no harm Yet revived, and death again will light crimson against its edge
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Found: one sword rusted, chipped, bent How many red battles how many dead lives Peace rusts its bite In retirement it lays no harm Yet revived, and death again will light crimson against its edge
You can find my latest poems at Ko-fi.