Marching
Marching in the dark
following hot dusty forward smells
so tired
so hungry
One foot hardly follows the next
Where the quiet ends I don't know any more.
And at the end, is it glory?
following hot dusty forward smells
so tired
so hungry
One foot hardly follows the next
Where the quiet ends I don't know any more.
And at the end, is it glory?
posted by Echo at 9:05 AM
2 Comments:
One can only hope!
and hope that it was our march to begin with
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