A poppy, red as blood, Alone in a field, Thriving where a man now dead, Lifelessly dropped his shield. This poppy bears black dots...

A delicate breeze caressed the woods Of crimson, orange, and gold. Whilst merry birds darted between the trees, Nearly bare of leaves to...

Forgiveness is the will to accept What has happened in the past. But though we have moved on from there, The memories still last. We say...