Silent streams of ether notes fade
as the prelude pours from bird throats—
taking the cue, the sun begins the fugue till twilight coda
Such buoyant strain is not for all
as it bugs, bites and blunts their being—
they would rather strum darkness from their core
Aylans float to get stuck on the shore.
sumanar/lekha 
that tore my heart… they risk everything to escape the terror and so many lose their life on the way – we have a refugee camp close to where i live and i met some of them at a party last weekend – they struggle to learn the language and need to get used to a completely new country but they’re just glad to be safe
This is so heartbreaking.. I wonder how much more loss the earth will have to bear before everything is set straight 😦
So sad… so much we could do, so much that need to change… alas I see no real end anywhere. The best would have been if they would never have to flee…
I can see I influenced you in the choice of subject (perhaps) with my poem yesterday… What a poignant contrast between the ligth and dark!
The photo and your words……..sadness engulfs me in your words. Tragic — so very hard to read and so raw.
strum darkness from their core, and that photo, bring sadness and tears. The world floats by, and its hard to go on knowing someone is stuck on some shores.
Tears. even at the picture.
such idyllic scenery…and yet, such pain.
especially on the heels of having such a wonderful time with kids of the world, this struck me.
i like the new webpage symana.
Oh how this broke my heart all over again. Immigrants of all the ages risk so much to get to a better place. In this day and age, we see it all. And this little immigrant…oh my heart.
This sadness does not abate.
This is so painful so poignant. That first stanza has so many striking images.
It is a very sad situation – risking death to escape a hopeless situation and losing in the gamble. What misery brings people to such choices? I can only hope that fewer and fewer know the answer.
Very thoughtful piece of writing here, Humans. 😊
A sad song indeed and so hard to accept. This is a beautifully crafted piece and you’ve really dug deep to express the heartache, especially in these lines…”as the prelude pours from bird throats” and “they would rather strum darkness form their core” . Heartbreaking.