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Smoke, still rising from that yet Warm and awesome mound. Two THOUSAND souls, now gray, dry, flakes; Residue, tossed in the wind, brushed aside As if it were nothing, those who once Laughed, breathed, talked, cried – SCREAMED! One doesn’t need to have known Them to bow one’s head and murmur A prayer. Let me stand with the Wailing Women: I am so sorry for your most *grievous death! Mary Naylor. @buckinghamfount *Militant Islamists “behead more than 50” news yahoo.com November 10, 2020#poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetryporn #urdupoetry #poetrylovers #bymepoetry #poetrygram #igpoetry #poetryofig #poetryinmotion #poetrysociety #poetryslam #hindipoetry #micropoetry… Click To Tweet
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