Plotting

He wondered what to grow in the small plot he’d turned over.  It was a pleasant sight, clods of dirt mounded up in tidy squares; he watched worms wriggling as he gulped water, splashed his sweaty face.  The sun had long since burned away all dew, it was on fire. Continue reading “Plotting”

Peace Poems: 2

Last night he tore down
Hard walls enclosing his heart
A frightful storm raged

Listen, says the nightingale,
Grow valor rooted in peace

Peace Poems:1

We’ll stand united
When roses cease their blooming
In peaceful protest

Till then, says the nightingale,
Let’s join together in song

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