Tale Of The Past

When Sound of wind is only voice
You stand and listen without a choice
wind tells you tale of the past
never forgotten, forever last

“my brothers , its time to take our swords
this time we’ll prove all our words
we’ll stand and fight with might and honor
and they will run with fear and horror

there’s no regret in our hearts
Free from the sin and dirty thoughts
with god of war we fight beside
so we are full of holy pride

we’ll stand till last drop of our blood
their will is weak and weapons blunt
for those, who’ll meet the god in sky
say,:”its perfect day to die”

Todays best new poem was written by Davit Dumbadze.


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