My cries thrown to the skies that witness birth of baby in this barren field. Seagulls mimicing my screams as they turn into: HEADLINES.

My cries thrown to the skies
that witness birth of baby
in this barren field.
Seagulls mimicing my screams
as they turn into: HEADLINES.

tanka by Dónall Dempsey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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