“I worry there is something broken in our generation,
there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild: Poems
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Our losses: between two and eight martyrs each day.
And ten wounded.
And twenty homes.
And fifty olive trees…
Added to this the structural flaw that
Will arrive at the poem, the play, and the unfinished canvas.
A woman told the cloud: cover my beloved
For my clothing is drenched with his blood.
My heart bleeds for Syria…