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Sepia

With water stains

Yellowed paper

Tied with thin string

Black and white

Photographs

Taken years ago

Smiles and stern

Dispositions

Peer out

From a window

Into the past

The distant sound

Of whirring gears

And bombs flying

The trembling

Paralyzation

Of the far off

Boom resounding

In your ears

A faint pungent

Smell

Of ashes

And gunpowder

Of freshly baked 

Pies and scones

The clink of tin

And the rustle of 

A bloodied skirt

Creased frowns

And weary eyes

Unheard but felt

Heavy sighs

A crescendo of screams

That fade away

Into a pianissimo

Of hopeful whispers

War and bloodshed

And sunny fields

Of sunflowers

Marred by a trail 

Of pitch black smoke

Polluting

And reaping

Lives 

But never revealing

Why

Or at what cost. 

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author422

Erm, my inspiration was and is Harry Potter, which started me on my now six year journey to becoming an author. I love to write (obviously), especially poetry, which is how I express the rawer side of myself. My poetry is mostly on Wattpad and Wordpress, which I am now uploading onto here as well. (I don't want to get sued or something, I put that here so I can't be accused of copying someone else's work, since I am just copying my own work to put it on here as well.)

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thepoetsong
<p>This is an amazing poem. I love the imagery.&nbsp;</p>

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