-Republic of Kosovo, February 17, 2008
Tears fall
liquid flags to gravity,
nourishing bruised earth,
disturbing the Pristina surface
telling freedom
to the plants.
Keep your ear to the ground, child.
You will hear our nation grow
out of soil destroyed
by NATO bombs.
Play games again
by the river bank
with your
Croatian
Serbian
and Albanian
friends, separated no more
by bullets dividing the air
that we breathe separating
our air
from their air.
It is good to cry
because the wounds
have just stopped hurting.
A contest entry
- Politics by Melissa Gayle.
3000 points, ended April 6, 2008, 10 entries
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I would be honored!
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Ok.. I will put a link to this poem and to your page under it..
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Oh... this was just so beautiful... I really like the image that you created..And the last stanza... Wow..I would like to put this on my page if thats ok with you!? Anyway great write..
Jetleena
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I would be honored!
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Excellent piece. This begs to be heard. The voice is clear and the wording concise. Really well done.
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