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In the Midst of Crowning Glory
(Poetry)
16-05-2003
by sonalini
Metal doors ajar like sluice gates,
Beholding starry eyed you,
Eager to court the first shades of war,
Light pierced our hopeful eyes,
Deafened by the wail of bugles,
Haunted by musty coat men,
We were dragged out of safety,
Thrust like...
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