Poetry | Birds Still Fly in Damascus by C. R. Tsiailis
Birds Still Fly in Damascus The hum of the flaming helicopter aiming for the new hole of destiny falling on Al-Marjeh, Damascus central square. The blow-up. A flock of cuckoos fly around and away. Hiding from mediocre fate, some … Continue reading Poetry | Birds Still Fly in Damascus by C. R. Tsiailis
