after the drone bomb
stuck between concrete rubbles
a mother and child
I am no god
if it doesn't nettle
the divine rest
it kills my peace
a drop embedded
in the half-opened bud—
winter morning
after the drone bomb
stuck between concrete rubbles
a mother and child
I am no god
if it doesn't nettle
the divine rest
it kills my peace
a drop embedded
in the half-opened bud—
winter morning