Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Life : Afghanistan


Walking, heat, dust and noise
Closely aware of friends and danger
Never far from safety, from death
Senses now taught,
NO NO what has she in front of her?

Milliseconds done, dust and ringing
No one standing, screaming sounds
Can’t see my hands, what am I doing?
Holding him safely in my arms.

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