Red

How lucky she may be, to be in love. He sits in front of the stop sign Inactive, senses numb. Fighting for a country, flag on his back Completely shunned. He, she, and the flag all stitched together by Non-existent wind. She waits patiently, hoping to feel his Warmth once again, connected by a red thread of hope

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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