They are in the sky, the sky shelter of the stars
Stand down trees, trees, soil protection
Trees, birds, trees, birds, harbor
Fish swim in the water,
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There are so many protective layers and yet the depression burns from within. You are very imaginative, Sriranji. It is a most intriguing poem. Tom Billsborough
Life is like that at times! As we now see refugees heading towards Europe. Thanks for sharing.
Nice one... asylum...10 Asylum You wish to be free again With pain And work for country You left already