Author Archives: Susanne Blendulf

The ground was not yet dried of blood
The smoke hung like a veil
My comrades were all corpses still,
Yet shuttered is our tale…

I see the autumn in our children’s eyes of blue
The changing of the seasons, reminders of you…

Because if you, my horizon changed,
But yours did not.
My sunrise turned to daylight,
While yours, like a candle…