I hear Aleppo by Diana Devlin

I am not a silent poet

a mother’s hope, a daughter’s dream
two thousand one hundred miles away
in Aleppo, angels learn to scream
a soundtrack for this century
a song as bright as broken glass
sprinkles rainbows on their pain
dark nights as white as phosphorous
whitewashed by the bombing rain

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