A dew drop,
Rests on an olive leaf's edge,
Caressed by the final exhale,
Of a shattered body's release,
Descending to a dreamless land.
A spirited wind,
In a gust of audacity,
unveils death's heavy cloak,
Breathing emptiness into the weary souls,
Adorning with a wreath of hopelessness!
A tank,
Unapologetically makes its way,
Through the dusty streets it roams,
Cradling an olive branch,
Plucked hastily in its hurried turns.
Two eyes
Lose their luster to uncanny anguish,
Fixate on the window's pane,
Veiled by a handful of withered olive leaves,
Contemplating an uncertain path ahead.
A mighty tank,
Emerges from its fortified den,
Roaring with immense power,
Only to retreat swiftly, masterfully,
like a skilled "war animal."
A human,
Unearths a cherished one's remains,
Trapped beneath concrete debris,
Gently drawing back tattered garments,
Whispering, "Cry, my beloved, Cry!"
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