Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

World weary

under darkening skies,heart beats madly
forest so silent, my tears fall sadly
my country is broken,war torn in blood
walking forever through cold, snow and flood

reliant upon kindness of strangers
life is still full of imminent dangers
borders are closing, no way to pass through
we cannot go back so what should we do?

the evil of those who worship in war
means fear closes hearts receptive before

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