(June 8, 1915 – November 19, 2011 / )

War Poem

The river was flowing
all red.
The green grass were
all bathed in red.
countless limbs and head
were all scattered and
the land was too soaked
in red.
the air was filled with
violence and pain.
the sky was all dark
and gloomy.
such a price war paid for
peace.

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Again Stone steals my heart, reading your pieces is always great! RIP
Ruth Stone you've become one of my favorites in just a few minutes. What a crush!