The orange butterfly suns its silky wings
upon the path of stone,
As the blue ones flitter from plant to plant
across the field unsown.
The wormwood sends out its scent
with every step taken.
This place that was once a fiery battle field
Mother Nature has not forsaken.
The ground that was red is now all green
and tranquillity fills the air.
Where the mighty invader and the brave defender,
lie together in silence there.
On both sides some are known
and some are not.
Many are still lost
but not forgot.
Scores were innocent doing their duty
and some downright bad.
You feel sorry for those who
no choice they had.
The passing of time eases the pain
as the summer sun goes down.
The people have moved on
peace now resides in Volgograd town.
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