perkarma

perkarma:

A weapon flies,
Through darkened skies,
Their song was called,
And one by one rained, flowers all.

A cry for peace, justice,
In our hearts, now an abyss.
There they stand at heaven’s gate,
All 298.

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I’m not too sure what value Art has in terms of reality but may it create awareness where we are. Each flower, always in our hearts.