The Thrush - 0064 - Initial Version - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Desolate destruction, spot fire bombs fall,
A timid thrush now worms beside one wall.
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Haiku - 0064 - Crushed Thrush Hushed - Current Version
Cluster bombs' free fall
breed desolate destruction:
timid thrush, one wall.
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