How can one live a life

full of walls and prison cells?

How can one endure

against the darkness of the night?


Our mouths no longer sing,

our words are hollow,

we’ve forgotten how to dance,

and how to love the bluest sky


beneath whose loving sight

it all started long time ago,

and back then we knew

what was real, what was true.


How can one live a life

knowing not what is to fly?


15 Aug, 2016

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