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My Wounds Have Scars

So.....

I doubt, I'll hear .

That lonely, bugles..... call !

Above the raucous sounds, 

of drinking .....

In Valhallas, hallowed .... hall.

I'll, smell no more, the scent, 

of summers blooms....

Or taste, loves sweet wiles.

I'm waiting..... my, turn.

While watching, jackdaws ....

Dancing on a roof.

While, bombs and bullets..... kill.

Some words, cut deeper...Leaving.

Wounds

that do not heal.

Giajl © Jim Love