... After each of such 'war' I will find you with hollow, life | Every Day Poems
... After each of such "war" I will find you with hollow, lifeless eyes. What were you fighting, where had your battle led you to? If you were victorious, I could only guess that the victory was empty. And if you were not victorious, then I suppose it could only mean one thing: the battle has not yet over.
The struggle is still long. Yet here you are, already battle-worn.
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