A simple poem.
Very simple.
Just a moment of rest
in world of devilish chaos
Some will say this is not warpoetry.
maybe they're right.
But the silence, the eerie silence, belongs to war too.
Like the quiet is part of the hurricane.
It might even underline the enormity of war.
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my first contribution to the 101st edition of The Sunday Muse.