LOVE IS A HARDY FLOWER, SLOW TO GROW, BUT BLOSSOMS SO.
REFUGEE She was small, barely an adult, All her life, only war’s hunger known, Hunger for food, peace, and kin, Family and tribe all destroyed, Mutilated, damaged goods she, Shuffled camp to camp, emptiness, All she sought was a place, a home, Home and love, peace and dignity, She cared not where or... Sign in to see full entry.