Apple valley
in the rains of blood,
The echo of elegies
On the wounded lips
Of ambiance; ruined
Moms screaming around
The graveyards. Stooping
Fathers in their haunting
Soliloquies.

Valley! A bride plundered
By the demons of havoc.

Mute birds frightened
With the sudden gunshots
Peace! Peace! Eyes dream
Dream! Dream! Peace seem.

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