On that limit
Call war were nothing but my own self
And at the edge
after the last bomb
In between the pieces of my still alive physical body
I saw the details of my existence
Then I pull back with humble strength every particle of my divided self
once together
There it was the forest of my reason
so bright and so green that my spirit is flying so fearless again
over the vast universe.
by The Shortfellow
18/08/12
Selection of Poetry, Essays on Art culture and politics as well free writing about the vision of life by The Shortfellow
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