STORYTELLER(4)

As some other night
the 27th of October seemed the same…
He was awake late.
After a fight over phone
all stars had denied him dreams.
As such the night went
but the morning cold winds
caught him asleep…calm and sound.
Yet the phone messed it up again-
it was her…
“I can’t believe it..
tough.
I had made a promise
but dunno why I made this mistake..
I love you..sorry to trouble you for so long..”
…………………………………………………….
– and as such this storyteller went on with his dream…
“I love you…puffy..”

WAR SOLDIER

A carved stone
marking not the scars
But the glory of the days he lived.
His country’s colours of valliance
Which once covered him
On his last journey
onto here.
The salute of respect
and the honour of heads bowed down
praying him a sound sleep
forever.
Above all
– tears of his beloved
whose wailing wont end
as it’s the last
the last touch
the last glimpse…
A war soldier he is
A matyr
who dies to live even longer
carved in the memories
of his motherland.