Stilled by a mid-summer chill,
and soaked by pelting rain,
the starlings watch
in somber silence.
A cautious wind
shoulders dry elm leaves,
as clunking boots
crack through open air.
Dark, iridescent
wings flitter, bent upwards
while a father whispers
a silent prayer.
Soldiers carve
through narrow streets,
as power lines hiss
with growing malice.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:50 PM UTC
Stilled by a mid-summer chill,
and soaked by pelting rain,
the starlings watch
in somber silence.
A cautious wind
shoulders dry elm leaves,
as clunking boots
crack through open air.
Dark, iridescent
wings flitter, bent upwards
while a father whispers
a silent prayer.
Soldiers carve
through narrow streets,
as power lines hiss
with growing malice.
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