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Nov 25
the first rays of sunshine
after two weeks of
staying silent indoors

recovering from
toxic world wars

so much to write about
that cannot be said

await my release
cross my fingers
seal my lips
cover my ears

one single tear
drops
from my phone

I'm waiting.
Written by
Peter Beda  52/M/Brussels
(52/M/Brussels)   
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