
Trudging through dark, rain-drenched streets, sodden feet sliding over cobbles, hope ebbs away, like rivulets flowing over muddy gutters. The storm rages beyond the border, and wave upon wave of the cowed and the cowering flee; families struggling, dragging straggling old folk and hungry, wailing kids. Doors open, women beckon, many are taken in. But […]
Outsiders — luna’s on line
Thanks for sharing, my friend!
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Chris’ poem amazed me. She mastered well the art of description.
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