longer.blue

There was more war: A Bird Called Freedom I wanted to be a bird and fly high and far away… To soar beyond the cries and despair of shattered lives below…. The sound of bombs and gunfire; The clouds of smoke choking people buried under rubble; And the bodies bound in white shrouds awaiting makeshift burials… To fly to a tree not razed to the ground and still standing… To build a nest from every scrap I could find called Freedom ©2023CherylDoyle