“Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow.Quote by Wilfred OwenTopics: Quotes about Poetry, Quotes about World War IShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...#Afterlife, #Death, #Poetry
My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...#Death, #Poetry, #World War I
Some people have the time but they don't have time while others have time but...#Funny, #Poetry, #Time
