Writing from a Brilliant Soldier
And there was a time
he wrote stories and rhymes
a name between every line
most of all, favorites of mine
Soldier was a name
i called him without any claim
nonsense i thought whenever every line came
hadn't the spirit my self i blame
and the words he wrote to me sounded the same
Till one time he put away the shame
came to me with a song he sang
at the end 'a brilliant soldier' called himself
again to me sounded like a deaf
When he disappeared i found the words in my shelf
with every line i remembered his hand on my shoulder
suddenly my blindness vanished like a powder
again the end, he wrote 'writing from a brilliant soldier'
for every word opened in my heart a new folder!
poem by Nina Joseph
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