The Old Storyteller

Knitting yarns of sun-lit rainbow mist and storm-dark clouds once lightning kissed, she clothed such beauty to our days blessed by her bright mind-magic ways.
A wee verse I wrote in 2004 and serendipitous bit of lighting later.

Wars

War

carves

horror

into

every

cell.

New

cells

bear

crosses

of

old

memories.

The

body

does

not

forget

traumas

it

has

known.

The

record

remains

in

all

who

stand

or

fall.

Emotions

buried

deep

transmit

signals

still.

All

Wars

of

ages

past

are

with

us

even

now.

The

Earth

does

not

forget,

nor

does

Humanity.

What

we

choose

to

be

and

do

becomes

our

legacy,

War

on

War

on

War

!

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