Young Hearts: The Tears of War

By ShinobiWolf

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I wrote this forever ago, about three and a half years ago for the Creative Writing Contest at my school. It's about a girl and her boyfriend, separated by war. It doesn't target any specific couple, because as you can see, I mention no names.

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The painful expanses of

war are never such a

young heart's bliss, her longing for

her one true love, his return

from his clashes in the endless

war fare in

which he battles for his very

humanity. In the long, frozen nights he has but his dreams

to keep his heart and soul warm. with

the dreams of green mountain

fields dappled

with the radiant colors of a

fresh rainbow, the sweet smell

of lilies and wildflowers of all

colors and

designs carried by the

soft breeze. And in his dreams,

he sees

a young girl not older

than eighteen years, her gentle,

sweet smile beckoning him to

come back

to her, to hold her;

but the dreams always end there, and he is

again

called out into the battlefield

of pain and

sorrow. For months on end two young

hearts long for each other's familiar feel,

and to weep into each other's

arms, to let out their

sorrows

of war. Lonely

nights

never end

with

the meaningless suffering of many

other young hearts torn apart by

the tears of war.

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