Is this a good poem??????????????????????????...
gaze
travelled wounded trees, taking in softly sapping seeds.
eyes
hoped not meet tired wonder of broken, barren plains.
ways
not grasp gaping holes nor hellish embers on heath.
our hopes
war never hurt great land gravely.
sight
swallowed grey death on bleak , black , blood ended sands.
life
look. despair.
his gaze travelled wounded trees, taking in softly sapping seeds. eyes hoped not meet tired wonder of broken, barren plains. ways not grasp gaping holes nor hellish embers on heath. our hopes war never hurt great land so...
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