A Nation in Ruins
A nation shattered, hills and rivers remain,
With cities lush, deep in spring's refrain.Tears fall like petals, hearts
ache with pain,
Birds flee, causing turmoil in the brain.
Fires burn for three long months, it's plain,
Letters from home are worth a fortune's gain.
White hair grows shorter with each stroke in
vain,
Desires surge, unable to restrain. |