haibun, Haiku, Poetry, we write poems

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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

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