25 July 2012
The answer stood alone, blowing, a torn flag. The torn down soldier, bowing to her grace. An answer was found, a new beginning, a new stack. An engine was roaring, a new life spinning, a new face.
Dry tears fell into my hands. Dry as fire, I burned anew. Wet tears fell from the clouds. Wet as oceans, now flowed anew.
Veteran • Opuss № I