Insecurity

Insecurity

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The bike and its rounds,

Everyday at this time,

The sound like a child

Whining in insecurity.

Air fiddles with her hair who

Stands at the balcony.

 

From there the air will go

To the lady amid

Rubbles. She wants pieces

Of her innocent daughter.

Though the bombed premises

 Has no security.

 

 

Reviews

[Charisma Moonfairy]

This is a very moving piece. The visuals bring tears to my eyes. A good read and write.

[Cece]

i feel sad images
feel the images
of war time images
war has no security

[Kasey Klein]

a great portrait, my friend. Good images.