Posted in life, loss / death, original

War

The ground shook

The sky turned black

The sound is deafening.

Each night we pray

To live another day

And each day we try to dodge the bullets.

They drop their bombs

And when the smoke clears

The stench of death lingers in the air.

©Maria Michaela

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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