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Poem – The Dead Sea
Standing before my reality, I see the ruins. A civilization gone before my eyes. The pillars stand above the land, where someone’s life started. Standing alone on a cliff, I see what remains. The water flows beneath my feet, From the canal to the Dead Sea. People from the old world came to start again,…
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Poem – War Child
Standing among the ruins. He looks out over to the west, as the sun sets upon the land And the smoke billows from the ruins. Many thoughts at once run through his mind and collide. He stands alone, afraid to look. Afraid to ask. In his arms, he holds all that is left of his…