I can sing again
standing on the ruins
of one year gone behind
in masks of clouds
I can sing stepping
on pebbles and debriss
pread across
I can sing again
for the beautiful flowers of May
and for the stunning
rains of June....
I can stand alone
in a sea shore fearlessly,
for them they know only
to sting, not know to sing
a song.....
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