Day 721, bury the sword. Day's pictures, Poetry It’s time that corrodes the hardest will One’s sharp and to the point. The air that past has taken your strife. You’re now laid out for men to see. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related