sometimes
in the middle of the battlefield
where the blood and fire
are showering the mother earth
where hatred and sigh
become the song of songs...
i feel that I’m falling asleep
like a child,
like a dying evening of fall,
dumb, with closed eyes
i'm dreaming
your smile.
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Gongrate, hope you will be fine with your new blog.
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