Challenger
- dlbrua
- Feb 1, 2022
- 1 min read
CHALLENGER
A nation mourns
dead we do not know
and wonders why
such sorrow settles
in our bones.
The tears are not so much
for families left
or lives now lost,
but for the seeds
of dreams
bursting.
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