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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Photos of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Photo of War - 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no milk for her<br>child the nipple<br>droops a sad<br>thing while dogs<br>run wildly about<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Photo of War - 2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Geese tell of return</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the burning village<br>counts its embers<br>measured in hands<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Photo of War - 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are treaties</div><div style="margin:10px 0">generals</div><div style="margin:10px 0">prisoners and<br>gilded boxes<br>exchanged</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the<br>Mongol spices <br> 	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Photo of War - 4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">boys<br>muddy feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cheer<br>chase behind<br>battalions<br>innocent fists<br>raising threat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for them<br>such regrettable<br>punctuation</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Photo of War - 5</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hold Fast<br>the greatest<br>among us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he knows<br>only war which<br>makes him great<br>in one thing<br>alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know<br>of waiting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what the horizon<br>safe keeps behind<br>its ear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of love, yes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Photo of War - 6</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your top knot my hand<br>unknotting<br>your long hair my<br>scented bedding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sudden<br>startled<br>wildness of laps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the vase<br>so very<br>still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a clutch of stamens</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arrival at last -<br>the fallen petal <br>of your navel</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Photo of War - 7</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream again<br>of moonlight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of sewing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that work of warriors </div><div style="margin:10px 0">naked needling of seams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this dream<br>I know the pattern well<br>so near to hand<br>a blessing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>let the dead bury<br>theirs </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Photo of War - 8</div><div style="margin:10px 0">his face<br>sleeps upon my<br>belly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not breathe<br>do not wish to disturb</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dawn just</div><div style="margin:10px 0">light fingers<br>trace in circles<br>each my<br>breasts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what tickles<br>but a sigh interrupted<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Photo of War - 9</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In your dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a gentle<br>boat slowly rises<br>with waves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the gentler subsiding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">slides up<br>my torso<br>to keel<br>to kiss<br>Never again will I go to war<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Photo of War - 10</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Already<br>the men are heavily gathering<br>new arrows hot for flesh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">only for yours I am</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Photo of War - 11</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fortress a better world </div><div style="margin:10px 0">between the teeth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on tips of tongues</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on lip perimeters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">strung by kisses</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Photo of War - 12</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From childhood our song: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hurry awake sleepy bee<br>Softly sings the breeze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To sweetness we are called<br>when the sun high shall be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">freshened with tears our parting<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Photo of War - The Last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">behind the barred door wait</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a lock of wound hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silk pouch of my gated heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it will be a hard arrow to pierce it<br> 	 <br> 	</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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no milk for her
child the nipple
droops a sad
thing while dogs
run wildly about
 

Photo of War - 2

Geese tell of return

the burning village
counts its embers
measured in hands
 

Photo of War - 3

there are treaties

generals
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