War (again)
Church bells and birdsongs,
the chimes and cantatas
of a springtime morn,
above the moon,
below the sun,
the skies awaken,
to an opening dawn,
and not far from here,
on the edge of silence,
among the strangled dead,
the horror of war,
the earth is torn
from life, asunder
and life, love
and dreams are beliefs
and wings,
no more.
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