Cyrus Mahan When the fog of war retreats,No victors stand, only defeats.A somber stage, where victims rest,In silence deep, a solemn test. Alone you stand in shadowed lane,Amidst the quiet of the fallen, lain.The living scarce, the dead surround,A haunting chorus without sound. Where borders once their lines did draw,No inch has shifted, despite the... به خواندن ادامه دهید →