His Battle

April 12, 2011
The meadows sway in sorrow of a lonely day and the water flows slowly passing the sight of death. Where bones lay forgotten but peaceful, the sun sets on another day. The flowers grow unnoticed. Overgrowth lies in the shadows placing its rule on a young man's grave.





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