Dust in April of the Middle Eastern skyA Poem by Stu. T.H.Dust sweeping, Clouds stirring, Lost dreams, Amissing youths.
Falling 'snowflakes', overwhelming the sky,
Distant crises, am I right to cry? Hearing voices, few truths but too many lies, Dust in April, who would live, and who have died? - Leon / Stu. T.H. (April 17, 2024)
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