On Call
The sun rises every morning
So routine without mourning
The sun sets every night
Slipping out if sight
The moon watches in silence
A break for peace in the violence
And the white blanket of snow covers all
From the trees to the soldiers left on call
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Longboard_Man
I've been writing poetry for about two years now, I just finished my first year at Purdue and I am a gymnast, parkour enthusiast, longboarder and I do pretty much every other extreme sport, and I adore nature.
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