I had a home
I ran in its meadow
I slept under the stars of its sky
I ate its wheatfield bread
I drank the water of its river
I ran to my house with the sparrows and the smell of its flower gardens
They burned the meadow
They killed the stars
They drank the river
They beheaded the sparrows too
Now among the ruins
I no longer have a home
Posted May 27, 2022, 8:13 AM UTC
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