The stories of our love

Our stories,
The stories of our love,
Have been lost.
Somewhere,
In the sounds of bullets,
In the cries of war!
Each wound,
Each hole,
Each cut in the flesh,
Speaks of our love.
The unspoken love!
I can hear,
The love crying out,
From the moans on streets!
I can see,
The love pouring out,
From the gushing blood stream!
Is it still there
Or has it drowned,
Deep in the river of dead?

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