It has rained the whole day.
Shallow walls are wet once again…the season to see the reflections is among us.
But you are so far from my fingers,
you are decaying like a balloon…
You are becoming the wind that never touches the hungry skin.
I breathe in this cage of two outgrown trees
I breathe…I breathe…I can see your entangled legs with the strings of loosen up fabric,
why did you choose war…when you could get me by a kiss and the tightness of a sunset?
The machine guns will never stop,
the children will always fight for that last space of thoughts,
and I and you…we both will not be there to demonstrate to love by a distance,
to hold hands like you hold the trigger,
to forgive when most of the world has shown you everything other than forgiveness.

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Photograph: iStock.

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