The eyes make no disguise
or pretense for the lies,
that fall vacant upon the ears,
that hear the explosions that sear.
As we serve to witness
the duress and stresses
of a people silently torn between
their homes and the need to flee.
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It is sad to see the plight of the refugees in their journey out of Ukraine.
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Beautifully written.
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So much sadness in your words, going along with what the world is seeing every day on the news.
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The eyes preempt the lies every time! Great poem, Tzvi.
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The somber tone of your Quadrille hits home for this reader, and the others no doubt.
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Not only that… the women flee while the men have to stay behind.
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good point. thank you.
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*tears*
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Beautiful Writing!
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