I see your little family, slowly following the narrow track on your journey,
And I admire you, your beautiful silhouette, the narrow shoulders, and baby Lama in her cot.
This is a long route, but you are safe, for, secretly, the mountains are protecting you.
Here, behind the clouds, there is no shelling, no bombs, no beating:
You have left this war far behind, and are making your way to a new world of Peace.
Also inspired by the tragedy in the Ukraine and Novorossiya
Beautiful interpretation, Honoré. Lovely writing. So glad I stopped by. ❤
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