This poem was written by AI
On this bright and solemn May,
Trumpets sound and children play,
Yet echoes of a distant fight
Resound beneath the morning light.
The banners flutter, red and bold,
Their stories, heavy, long retold—
Of soldiers marching through the years,
Of mothers’ prayers, of silent tears.
We honor those who stood their ground,
In muddy fields, on battlegrounds,
Who dreamed of peace beneath the rain,
And bore the weight, endured the pain.
Their victory—a crimson flame—
Still lights the torch we proudly claim.
A day of joy, a day to weep,
For promises they swore to keep.
So let the flowers softly fall
At monuments that tell it all;
And may their courage never fade—
Their sacrifice, forever made.
Victory Day
© Copyright: Александр Вилд, 2025
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