sun risingAmrita Skye BlaineJul 11, 20257101ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedsun rising and still a tyrant rules it used to be faraway places now here, my home even as songbirds serenade me awake I will not watch— instead I stand with the birds and sing PreviousNext
We lift our voices,
to assert “yes,” “no,” “enough.”
Join chorus, to sing.
Wowser... a perfect little poem with such an uplift of an ending. Nicely done, Amrita!