She believed in angels,
in starry nights and
rainbow coloured dreams.
She believed in smiles,
in flying bears and
bright pink fairies.
She believed in love,
in joyful giving and
warm glowing togetherness.
This little dove,
In a dress stained crimson
and cheeks lacking skin,
What does she believe now,
as she lies strewn over the battle field?
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