It’s the last day of the month and I can safely post Visual Verse picture and a poem that came out of it. There is another piece I did, but I will share it a little later
The Irony of life
Her eyes are filled with hate and loathing.
His own are trapped
behind the visor of ballistic helmet.
A mother and a son
Forever linked at birth,
Have found themselves apart
And when the order comes,
they both will follow it through.
Is the call of duty really stronger than a family bond?
(picture taken from Visual Verse site, credit to the author)
Ekaterina's Chronicles 