Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #545 Words: lilt rise, unrelenting, scarce, wicked, sing, free, power, spirit, rubble, homes, explosion They sing with a lilt, voices lifted in spirit– rising, unrelenting– to keep their free land free of wickedness. Their power, and sheer guts come from strong hearts, and belief. And we hear them during those scare moments when homes and people are not turning to rubble in explosions, orders of a madman. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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Such a poignant poem
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome Sara
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Yes, they are courageous! Wonderful, Sarah!
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Thanks, Susi!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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