The practicality of cowardice
When dust clears
over lands colored crimson
with bloodied fear,
and the fires that raged
burn no more,
through wispy smoke
the Sun will still shine.
Golden light,
wash through the world
and drown the silence
of the absent children.
Better to live,
forget our loves
lest they grow stale
in our souls.
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Such sadness and fear, but
Mary PP
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Thanks Mary x
Mutsa Mungoshi
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Great write, good luck ☘
Regina
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Thanks Regina :) same to you
Mutsa Mungoshi
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