The Wind of War
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
~Paul Simon
They will all be swept aside like dead leaves
In a blast of angry wind,
Only whispers remain.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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