Dear love,
Iam no logger here
Iam with wind and dust;
No longer one with you
Iam now a blind solider,
seeking refuge from my enemy's
I've crawled in dirt and mud,
I have lived threw the great flood
I've been cut with a million blades,
A million swords have pierced my body
I'll return home in a box of a,
million colors;
And casket full of stones
because on the field was,
left many bones
for mines was never found;
I'd never returned home,
SO A LETTER TO MY LOVE
I have written
