a mother cradles
her tiny baby girl
but in her tiny chest
there is no more breath
and all that’s left around
is the smell of death
Africa | Anti-War Poems
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Poetry
by Chris Zachariou
United Kingdom
Τάκης Ζαχαρίου
Ποιήματα
Γιαλούσα, Κύπρος
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