A word is dead,
When it is said,
Some say,
I say it juz,
Begins 2 live,
That day......
There is a word,
Which bears a sword,
Can pierce an armed man.
It hurls its barbed syllables,----
At once is mute again.
But where it fell,
The saved will tell,
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother,
Gave his breath away.
Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams a day,
There is its noiseless onset,
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest maskman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target,
IS a Soul "forgot"!......
Monday, May 11, 2009
Words~
written by , aNis FarHaNa (: at 4:12 AM
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