To Fight.

Soft living was not fulfilling,

Trusting could not give in willing

Resolute in dissolution,

Arching towards the contribution

Immigration to the bombing lands,

To discover what was closing hands

Left to gaze at the memories of a past,

Fond of a home that will never last.

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  1. The last two lines strike a chord in me. Hmm..

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  2. I can’t stop praising you. You are very good in your compositions. I don’t even have words any longer to describe your writings. Wishing you and family Happy Sunday.

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