Dear Walter

I never loved father war
Mine the mind of serenity like mother

A sense not like bombs, bullets and iron clad
A strength refined by the wind

A human heart moving like the wind in the mind
like wind where rains don't drop rough
but pass through trees

Mother and fatherland opposing
A mutiny of rain falling
silent coming back and forth

the truth always blowing in my mind



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