Are they all gone???

They are gone!

To return never!

Fire burns in the wood

Breaking the silence of the night

Disappeared in the darkness

Some poets were born

Amidst the winter dawn

Lights fall on the country

Clearing the mist of the east

The next morning!!!

They were found lying with the riffle

Someone was shot on head

Somebody on chest

They were brought home

The grey haired gathered in meadow

The young were past now

Are they all gone?

Gone to return never!!!They are gone!

To return never!

Fire burns in the wood

Breaking the silence of the night

Disappeared in the darkness

Some poets were born

Amidst the winter dawn

Lights fall on the country

Clearing the mist of the east

The next morning!!!

They were found lying with the riffle

Someone was shot on head

Somebody on chest

They were brought home

The grey haired gathered in meadow

The young were past now

Are they all gone?

Gone to return never!!!

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