Another Song For The Captured
This mortal phantoms in the dark,
longing for the light.
Black clouds in a dream,
sweating and nervous.
Airplanes roaring over the roof,
dropping angelic bombs,
the walls collapse in illuminated
pictures.
The machines are bleeding
in the morning Sun,
warm bodies shine
the flesh is trembling
in a joyful eye.
A miracle of imagination
in the arms of Love.
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