A bird sat high up, on a fragile branch,
Watching soldiers marching across his land.
A sombre fellow, dressed in black,
Who could not these moving figures, understand,
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A refined poetic imagination, Ernestine. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Beautifully written, tightly put together and neat. It becomes a dramatic monologue but not a tragedy which is good. Bravo, Ernestine!
A masterfully crafted composition, dear Ma’am Ernestine.....10+++❤️