Stains
1 min readApr 2, 2018
the blood spilled in old wars
will one day be cleansed
but the white skin of our souls
is forever stained.
This is poem 2 of 30 in my 30 day #NaPoWriMo2018 challenge, where I pick a photo clicked on my phone and wrap a one-line poem around it. Yesterday’s poem:
