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Heroes Monument Day celebration
 
I will always remember that simplistic procession to the glorious monument of the fallen freedom. Rays scattered everywhere. The light of dawn slips Marble Monument with the plate raises slowly into the sky. I am the heroes who fell here like swords cut the winds ...
 
And they fought.
 
The simplistic souls without protest passed into immortality and triumphed
 
The flame of the lamp burning and the names of heroes, one to one with the grief of the loss written on the Eternity of marble which time has respected with awe.
 
A beautiful monument made artistic affection without touching the weather wear.
 
Inconsolable grief, for those heroes who were 'here' blessed, immortal in the world occupied with mourning.
 
sleeps beneath the mournful grandeur of Fame.
 
Their sleep calmly. Some hands have deposited a few fresh flowers.
 
A ray of sun to pass requests from pure translucent marble and arrive on earth to embrace the lads ...
 
Where the unperturbed harmony of silence, the beauty of peace, the eternal majesty of Nirvana dead sleep ... brave.
 
People next to me dressed Sunday in a silent procession ... attach little value ... those who can not forget, those who gave their lives for freedom homeland.
 
A wildflower timid to hold my hands.
The dust of stars scattered its leaves.
Sag and touch the monument as ultimate farewell.

Awarded by the Society of Culture and Science-Keratsini 

27-Oct-2012
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