Little deaths
Wings flapping against the invincible sky, it glided through the turbulence and alighted upon a dingy house. Its eyes, a marvellous manifestation of art, scanned the scene. There was nothing, but a thick smoke blanketed all over the place. It flapped its wings to juggle itself in the air and went on another odyssey to search for someone.
Countless tanks were...
Countless tanks were...