Legacy short poem

This dawn, the legacy of nights before,
Breaks from horizons of the distant past,
In land so faraway, on stranger shore,
Now gone, but not mementos that still last;

Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones,
Nor citadels to champion this place,
But where I trod, on dust or shards of bones,
Lie brave brisk souls, the essence of my race;

Their sinews bound the fillings of this ground,
Their blood mixed with the water from below,
From there are heard their battle cries still sound,
For all these things, deep in my heart, I know.

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Amazing work!

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@Reyvrex_Reyes each verse of yours is so mature, it feels like the readers’ own thoughts are resonating through your words. This is another brilliant piece. You are building a great legacy of words for generations to follow!

Arun M Sivakrishna

Beautiful tribute to the unknown unsung unpretending heroes..


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