Once I saw the dead cities. The cities had become quiet. Only the whispers of women and children killed by bombs from far away. I remembering digging mass graves in Asia and Africa. I cry for them and I prayed. They found a place where war is far away and the children can be free to live without fear.
Thank you! I was inspired by a piece by Brother Richard during the start of the pandemic. He saw the beauty and pain in everything so sharply it stayed with me.
The Midnight Writer 
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Thank you my friend!
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Powerful and needed words shared.
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Thank you. I needed this as I had doubts about this particular piece.
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You did well and you are welcome.
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Once I saw the dead cities. The cities had become quiet. Only the whispers of women and children killed by bombs from far away. I remembering digging mass graves in Asia and Africa. I cry for them and I prayed. They found a place where war is far away and the children can be free to live without fear.
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Children should always live without fear. Poignantly said.
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I agree. The children and the poor pay for the sin of war.
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I love the visual nature of this piece and, though the imagery is beautiful, I find its tune so sad! Lovely . . . ❤
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Thank you! I was inspired by a piece by Brother Richard during the start of the pandemic. He saw the beauty and pain in everything so sharply it stayed with me.
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