FLORES PARA TI

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A father and son
Sharing beauty and hope
As Aleppo she swung
From humanity’s rope
To him, hell became music
As war played its tune
What a life to endure, this
With endings too soon
They survived and they thrived
Until Dad lived to death
Now his son must decide
Upon what happens next
The bomb didn’t miss
O! The slaughter war knows!
But still, life persists
If we water…
…it grows.

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