Today
is sad
and strange,
the sky
is raining
rubies …
Red drops
of grief …
It pours
a cry
for the innocent
died
in the war loob…
Young
stalks sprout,
as attempt for releif…
One
flower grows,
for each
soul…
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by Dessy Tsvetkova / November 9th, 2025
Today
is sad
and strange,
the sky
is raining
rubies …
Red drops
of grief …
It pours
a cry
for the innocent
died
in the war loob…
Young
stalks sprout,
as attempt for releif…
One
flower grows,
for each
soul…
This article was posted on Sunday, November 9th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
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