A silent anniversary.
(von Paulus,Zhukov,Koniev,and Rokossovsky).
Recalled the futile battle fought
The silent fields of frozen dead
The senseless goals for which they bled
I walked across those fields this Spring
I couldn't find a single thing
Through hunger,cold,they carried on
Where have all the heros' gone
Friend and foe are buried here
In verdant soil,but have no fear
Another day,another way
Death will come again to play
Poetry by vladimir turmanev
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(von Paulus,Zhukov,Koniev,and Rokossovsky).
Stalingrad
The smiling faces,blue and tautRecalled the futile battle fought
The silent fields of frozen dead
The senseless goals for which they bled
I walked across those fields this Spring
I couldn't find a single thing
Through hunger,cold,they carried on
Where have all the heros' gone
Friend and foe are buried here
In verdant soil,but have no fear
Another day,another way
Death will come again to play
Poetry by vladimir turmanev
Read 1001 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2011-06-29 at 15:38
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