I Walk the Grass of Continents
Poetry by Eva-Maria Hogrefe
Friday, June 15, 2018
In a troubled world
In a troubled world
Rivers and mountains remain—
Mothers weeping—
Broken hearts,
Separation—a startled bird's cry!
Blossoms scatter tears.
Emh--2018
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