A Handful of Hope
The skeletal dome,?
a ghost of Hiroshima's pain,?
stands against the sky.
A child's hand,?
small and delicate,?
traces the curve of a crane.
Paper wings unfold,
?a fragile hope,
?a plea for peace.
Copyright © Dr. Padmashree R P | Year Posted 2024
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