Today I can write about Lviv
and the white flower in the garden.
The wind in apricot trees.
Today I can write about Liev.
A hill overlooking the town.
Through days in the main square
where many people died.
My city struck by missiles.
How I suffered March.
So many times we have seen
charred earth the apricot trees
and in our blue skies
and over our heads the sun.
The weeping women, the dead child.
From: https://www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrastic-challenges/ekphrastic-writing-responses-picasso
Date: 2022
By: Ilona Martonfi (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 
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