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Time to Kiss the Sun

There was a lull.....

I touched, his face.

And, closed his eyes.

Silently said, my .......goodbyes.

We carried them, down.

And laid them out.

Then, covered them.....

With sheets, of green.

All the while, the gorse burned on.

As ghosts sat, smoking, 

and making, brews.

We stayed, and joined them.

Collecting the souls, of the fallen.

Death, made his tour.

While we the living......

We prepped, for, further ......battle.

Filling mags, and counting rounds.

And somber were our thoughts 

Who will save me.....?

From myself.

Time..... perhaps.

To

Make a deal, with ......fate.

Giajl © Jim Love