Memories

January 21, 2016

Sore feet

Egyptian desert heat

Polluted air

Dusty hair

I was there

Bullet’s whistle

Hairs bristle

Bullet’s thunder

Echo rumbles

Coughing blood

Brown as mud

Gaping hole

Ascending Soul

Sun setting

Rebels fretting

Helicopter above

Throwing Molotov

Lives endangered

Lives abandoned

Can't live without memories

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