I remember

I remember the battle-heat, left behind
I remember the poison of war, it was blind.
Our horses returned from that fight.
But we weren`t back, is it right?!
The horses were frightend and took to their legs.
We were running over by a tank.
We were razed to the ground, our skin was off.
Our horses made off.
I guess, that`s a boff!


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