Ukraine
Under a pensive, winter sun
beneath a bare boned canopy of trees
the black ravens pick at scattered leaves
and I cry inside…because you had to leave
to fight for our freedom…in a war torn land
I pray we can walk this path once again, in peace.
3/7/2022
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