The Soldier: Humbert Wolfe

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The Soldier

Down some cold field in a world unspoken
the young men are walking together, slim and tall,
and though they laugh to one another, silence is not broken;
there is no sound however clear they call.

They are speaking together of what they loved in vain here,
but the air is too thin to carry the thing they say.
They were young and golden, but they came on pain here,
and their youth is age now, their gold is grey.

Yet their hearts are not changed, and they cry to one another,
'What have they done with the lives we laid aside?
Are they young with our youth, gold with our gold, my brother?
Do they smile in the face of death, because we died?'

Down some cold field in a world uncharted
the young seek each other with questioning eyes.
They question each other, the young, the golden-hearted,
of the world that they were robbed of in our quiet paradise.

Humbert Wolfe

Comments

[ashen_key]

Oh, this poem is shivering good. Thank you for sharing!

And icon love.

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You're welcome.

And thank you, I love your icon too :) <3

[duathir.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this.

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You're welcome