The Swallow Brook- Three Rhyming Senryus
Alone by the brook,
The ice floes happily took,
Freedom's loving looks.
Daily she walked, masked.
Fear, no free speech, were her tasks.
In agony, she basked.
All values now burnt.
Humor, cannot freedom return.
Life~lived in an urn!
1-12-2021
9am PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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