The wind at peace is creeping very softly over deserted fields. It is as if... What is... Terrible in this time.

 

Somewhere on the other side
   of this wide night,
when the bombs fall in Europa
I am thinking on you. On you.
let us hope for better times !
Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad, sad, and perhaps no future 
or... 

Let us hope for the best.