Poetry

Poetry From The Children of the Camps and the Angels of Mercy by Richard K first published in k!3 February 09 T he bright sun moves down the cloudless sky yet another day Over the desperate eye of an expecting soul, Its ominous heat burning the earth to red ash And the whirls gathering the ash into dust. The wind has not won the fight To drive the red dust away, Neither has the rain come trickling down To cool the boiling souls to hope. The expecting eye wanders away To seek the face of an approaching… More information...

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