mandag 8. september 2014

I could see an ending somewhere I didn't know how far to where I would begin again -


Now we cry leaves in the wind
a shadow of ourselves.

So leave me in this field of
weeping, for all the bad
things.

Has all broken in this world?
Where are the silence ?

So leave me in this field of
disasters...

The horizon without light
is bitten by gunfires.

I have already told you to
leave me in this field
weeping.


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