A poem by my Little Girl…

via Daily Prompt: Cusp The roads diverged at the end of a scenario Showing that everything was over The air was crisp, the mountains bliss Underneath the grass and clover The gunshots were heard from across the water Each family, holding close their son and daughter The ear splitting noise began to seep “Let […]

via The Cold Cusp War — Aoibha Walsh

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