The Call...

The sun's rising rays
glittered and shined,
on your grave...

And the letters of your name
they graced...

As the haunting call of the mourning Horn sounded...

The wind fluttered with the warmth of my tear

Because of you
I am living here...

And my surround stood still,

Stopped in time
As it does every year...

Somehow I can see your face

Bloodied and sad
As you said your grace

You knew that death is with you in a race

Good byes, your home,
your heart awarded

As that calling Horn sounded

Good bye, the wind echoed back

my heart stopped and felt black

On the red petals of the poppy that flowered

Letters of love,

A prayer in a whisper,
to you I send

As the time has stopped

When the haunting Horn sounded


Salute to all the lives lost, to all the tears shed, to all the broken hearts. Salute to all grieving mothers, broken fathers, weakened siblings, and orphaned children...
World peace became a far fetched wish, let's hope one day it will be true...
...

Salute...