Ukraine

Tonight, the pain of fighting obscures every star.
The moon is the color of blood gushing from the wounds of the dead.
The sky is a deep bruise covering life’s desolation.
Each trembling unfulfilled hope flutters and blindly gropes,
in lost and hopeless suffering.
The heart of the earth has stopped.

The joy in the song is no more.

There is only the dirge of disaster.

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I am a lover of fine cheese, my two dogs, my garden, knitting, and my beautiful daughter, whose intelligence, courage and determination make me so very proud.

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Janice Konstantinidis

Janice Konstantinidis

I am a lover of fine cheese, my two dogs, my garden, knitting, and my beautiful daughter, whose intelligence, courage and determination make me so very proud.