The day I stood
by the door
I saw a garden full of mandarines
Squeeze the lemons,
fly with the sparkles.
I cound the stars at night
how many times
do I have to say that
I do not belong here
I live in two worlds
but I cannot reach out
to sobriety
because I cannot accept
the truth of the homicide
in the post war service.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
The day I stood
by the door
I saw a garden full of mandarines
Squeeze the lemons,
fly with the sparkles.
I cound the stars at night
how many times
do I have to say that
I do not belong here
I live in two worlds
but I cannot reach out
to sobriety
because I cannot accept
the truth of the homicide
in the post war service.
