Amsterdam 1944

A mad flurry of wings at our small window.

I wonder whether fear gives them flight.

A sudden screech of brakes below,

Boots stomping onto the street.

I wonder whether fear will let me fly too.

 

Mike Stone

Raanana Israel

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