Poetry: The War's Cruel Tale
By. Cucuk Espe In fields where poppies once danced, Beneath a sky now stained, Whispers of sorrow, a tragic romance, As war's cruel tale is ingrained. Soldiers, like shadows, march in despair, Their eyes reflecting a haunting glare, In the symphony of gun and drum, A requiem for the battles yet to come. Upon a canvas of desolation, painted red, The echoes of war, a symphony of dread, Torn landscapes, shattered dreams, Rivers of tears, silent screams. In the ruins of homes, where laughter once soared, Now s…
Poetry: Symphony of Green
By Cucuk Espe In nature's realm, where beauty thrives, Humans tread with reckless strides. Ecosystems fragile, pristine and rare, Fall to man's greed, stripped bare. Forests lush, a symphony of green, Now silenced, only echoes remain. Rivers once pure, now tainted by care, As concrete jungles rise, nature despairs. Species vanish, their songs fade, Human progress comes at a grave trade. Earth's intricate web, disrupted and torn, For progress and profit, all else is scorned. Yet hope lingers, a whispering breeze, A chance to mend, t…
Earth's Changing Dance of Time,
By Cucuk Espe (Indonesia) Amidst Earth's changing dance of time, Humans play a role, a paradigm. Once in harmony with nature's grace, Now we tread a path of uncertain space. Oceans rise, a silent plea they make, As glaciers weep and slowly break. Forests whisper tales of ancient lore, Yet their cries go unnoticed, ignored. In the warming embrace of the sun, We're challenged to mend what we've undone. A symphony of ecosystems, delicate and rare, Sings a requiem for the world we share. Let us be stewards of this fragile place, Fi…
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