Another castle

With every gate that closes

another will be opened

and tears silence

apart

Short grass but full of vibrating life

smiles to me

against the clear blue sky

Leather protesting

sabotages his steps

weak against the moisture

socks letting me down

on this

Looked at the path

pieces of a ancient wall

stacks of stones

Shining like a diamond

torn from the roots of the earth

Accept it i scream on the top of my lungs

No man's land

just for a moment

My shoes drowned

silently

 

◄ The subway, 1950.

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