Singing cicadas flee
As the old man reaps the grasses without sympathy.
Will they ever find a home where they can sing freely
Or will they stay as nomad whose music will soon be agony?
via Daily Prompt: Flee
An Old Soul. Soul Searcher. Peacemaker. Music Lover. Chaser of Dreams not Loser of Hope. Lord's Servant. From the Philippines.
Poems from the Soul
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