Fear of yards corner
tree,
alley’s end
fear of being lost,
big gardens gate
with all my love for that
alley,
that house.
Still with me
throat of that child,
eyes of that girl
that brave but lonely,
sad,
panic-stricken sight girl
…
Someday we will run to
you
hand in hand.
Save us with warmth,
with love;
Save us in your songs.
24.05.2013
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