lunes, 5 de mayo de 2014

Happy Liberation Day

They sit down on their balconies
with their flags hanging
 on their flagpoles
happy liberation day
they say to me
as I pass
they’re drinking tea
shrinking with the years
counting their wrinkles
reliving their past
feeling nostalgic
 for what has been lost
-who doesn’t anyway?-
I smile
and muttering
I greet them back
the war
seems far away now
drowning in the
deep memories of those
 who learnt to survive
 and couldn’t forget.
They feel free
from everything

except themselves.


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