soft still freedom sounds
babbling baby bears fruit
blazing barriers
dawn quietly breaks awakening exhaustion one realizes the reality of being alive. the bombs continue nonstop. our daily routine has changed to survival. lives once held so carelessly have now changed to blood bones and please breathe. praying to our god for safety. leaving home we search for lost freedom to return. a candle burns bringing light and warmth to the darkest dark where there is no path.
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we write poems: haibun; one single impression: underground
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
The prose section is very powerful. It seems to echo so many of the world events lately. Thank you for your visit and comment. I’m glad to have visited and read this with you.
Yes this does echoes the zeitgeist doesn’t it?
Wow… strong writing and powerful theme. I especially liked: ” candle burns bringing light and warmth to the darkest dark where there is no path” — and the idea of hope amidst despair.
“have now changed to blood bones and please breathe.” I just love that part. Nice.
Pamela
just the right amount of dark, creepy, and that sole tiny flame dispels it all.