A Play to die.

In those deep shores,
Searching dead shadows,
fallen dried leaves..
Chills rising up the sleeves..
A walk on the battle field..
Bodies lying cried to yield..
Cold skins Watching sunset..
Win and Bow eyes wet..
Needs wait, wants desparate..
Time to deliver compassionate fate..
Birth is your Cry..
Death is when it dries..
Embrace the sigh..
Blood in rivers..
Awakening rhyme..
live For a while..
Breathe for the time..
Till the Pyre piles..
We did nt' Start it.
We shall just pass it..
in between a hanging swing..
Realisation seeps and rings..
Bodies buried bodies burned..
We are more than death Churns.. 

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