A curse conceals the moon tonight.
We cannot see the shore.
The blackness settles over us.
The gods we must implore.
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Humans make prayers come true or not. I think the human race is not praying hard enough.
Oh Barry, that was beautiful! It was a hymn sung to the endurance of refugees all over the world. My poem was a dark dream from the past; yours is hope for the future. Bravo as Dr. Fab would say....
Thanks Marianne. Being a refugee must be a strange mix of grief, despair and hope. I actually submitted a different poem simply called 'Refugee'.
You have depicted the refugee crisis with great empathy. This is also so poetically beautiful.
Thank you Nosheen. Again I write from the viewpoint of a family.