No bodies on the beach today, no poster boys to cry for, but put your cheek to the sand and feel how it trembles with the heat of gunpowder. Caress it with your tongue and taste the salt of tears, the metallic tang of bloodshed. It was carried here in warning, so listen to the sombre song that drifts upon the waves. It speaks of death in the far and distant lands of Other; an unbreakable brand a slave to birth alone.
Callum McLaughlin
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This is some powerful stuff Callum.
Thank you very much.
You did an amazing job.
That’s very kind.
I’m repaying the support you have given my work.
It’s my pleasure.
You have been a great follower of my work and I thank you for that.
Right back at you!
I try my best.
So, so beautiful. I love this, Callum. As always, your skill humbles me 🙂
Thank you so much, Mel 🙂
This poem was beautiful! I love you way with words!
Thank you, that’s very kind!
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