The scents and colours of the morning
arouse the wetness of the night.
The dewdrop splendour awakens the
dawning sunrise drenched in colours
of gold, grey and orange,
asking much of the skies;
to unite — unite across the border line,
to make sure each soldier returns home
to their waiting wives, mothers and children.
The battle stops raging. The anger calms —
no longer flows deep through
the veins of the Earth
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