Fields of Red
Originally posted on From the Back of the Wardrobe:
Fields of RedForm: Echo Sonnet In Flanders fields the poppies stand and weepIt’s red petals vibrant within the gloomOf war; for lives cut down…
Originally posted on From the Back of the Wardrobe:
Fields of RedForm: Echo Sonnet In Flanders fields the poppies stand and weepIt’s red petals vibrant within the gloomOf war; for lives cut down…
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Sacrifice beliesoriginal plan – the youngoverlook fine printsign up for adventure -warrenders them heroes – souls torn (Today, we remember those who have fallen – heroes…
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