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Lit Up

A Young Boy at the Border

a free verse poem

Photo by frank mckenna on Unsplash

He has heard the grown-ups talking
in hushed, hurried whispers.
Some of them are crying —
though he can’t tell
if they are sad, or scared, or happy.
it all looks the same now

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Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

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