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A Hand Reaching Out
What does her hand
Reach out for in this dark?
Sparkling lake of dreams, perhaps
Fragments of a life once lived, now
Perhaps a gun
to shot the bloody tyrant
who kills every day evey enfant
and burns every acre of land so verdant.
Her eyes pierce the night down
In the dumps.She is
Whispering to me now“Help!Help!
Bashar No Lion is muting the cracks of the dawn
regaining what was flying from his lawn'”,her skin which was smooth porcelain
Now as white as shroud,
Death’s pale pallor, neck adorned free Syria scarf
Blossoming red stars that sparked in my vision
So beautiful, even in oblivion.