Scarlet

Strawberry fields,

Worms abound,

Green shields,

Boxes around.

Brown murk,

Spots of black,

Inside they lurk,

Whiteness they lack.

Smoothened together,

In a dark canal,

Moving forever,

Like pen and pal.

Screams of beauty,

Beauty of screams,

Dead in line of duty,

A father’s requiem.

 

 

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