NaPoWriMo 22: death

in the guise

of world

reborn

hiding

in the open

mimic of

spring

flowering

tree

waxy blossoms

smell

sickly sweet

like death

in plague-haunted village

in Civil War hospitals

in World War I trenches

in revolutions, coups, genocides

like grave yards

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I like first person narratives.

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