Frenzy morning
Black sky
Scattered masses
Debris fly
Deafening screams
Smokes high
Lost homes
Death nigh
Broken hope
Lamenting sigh
Bombs dropped
Bullets fry
Weeping children
Mothers cry
Empty stomachs
Throats dry
Blood rivers
Bodies wry
Chaos wrecks
Dreams die..
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
