A Midday Dream

on a bright, blue morning,

I saw the end,

as the city went up

in flames,

you turned to me,

with panic in your eyes,

screaming: “why? why?”

I said, “we must not cry”,

so when it is all over,

we can face the truth

and say we remained

human beings;

be still,

my tired,

beating,

savage,

heart,

your day of rest

will come,

all too soon.

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