
OLDEN TIMES
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Category : Poems
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Today I stand tall with my arms akimbo for the days when the sun shown with tears in our eyes have been washed away, olden times when we forced ourselves into war to regain the name of a simple four community. Stars at night aroused us inside for the twinkle resembled one down body and the devouring spirit of blood, Times of war, rape and relationships that came out of deceit love to see ones life through, Olden times when we could watch the night taking over the silent evening and fear once more... We walked passed such life