Remembering my brother, my twin, a soldier…

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when days are lonely
appearance floats  
noted figure flares
fixed eyes meant for me
slashing like a sword

weeping eyes flaming
trembling hands wiping
speaking lips shivering
heart is pounding
bitter, distressing, broken 

invading, blue days coming
strong military men romping
advancing brave soldiers
sharp and conscious state 
weapons in hand, ran, striking

while i sit on his tomb
remembering a fallen soul
a year passed made me a lone
grieving, remembering a lost one
my brother,my twin, a soldier, gone...

cold lives done not in  haste      
courage in fervor hasn't been a waste
aiming a win by scoring a wise slay
not a loss, the cost of dear lives
heroes fought a war for peace to survive ....