War Tornl!

On a War-torn Path, with every step, the senses shiver,
    The only souvenirs are a few broken arrows and an empty quiver.
The amber dusk, the eternal still
    the encroaching darkness, the torpid spirits to till!




Comments

AK said…
I wish I had a better title!
DINAKAR57 said…
Very poignant the title can be war torn

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