“At zero of the war…”
* * *
At zero of the war
in the very heart
of pain,
right here,
now,
in solar
captivity
we don’t have
life without you
any more.
In the corridors of dreams
the shadows of days loom,
no tears,
no words,
only the sky is crying.
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