National Poetry Month Day Twenty-eight

word group: wings--rustle--echo--sky

Echoes across thousands
    of countries
the rustle of  bird wings
   sing secrets
we must comprehend.
A pewter sky
   cries polluted tears
filling the oceans
   with unwritten questions.
The silence
   echoes the barrenness
      of answers.


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