The day wears a silver veil

Seething in remembrance

Of Georgia in green,

Her young summers now in ashes

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Once glowing affection

Weighs heavy in my stomach

Slowing down a sure stride

To lie, agonize and reflect  

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This day bears the same scent

Of those charred southern nights

Far ago, spent tussling

Frayed and miles apart

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“Some day”

Falling free in those balmy shadows

Before the blast of “farewell”

Shattered the spell of my slumber