Category : Poems

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We make the clouds cry, 
 The sea overflow, 
 The birds die.  

The trees of the forests are still burning, 
  Inhaling the smoke of the fog like a cigarette.

We are sitting at the table with death,
    There is so little life left in our lives,
 There are too many dead people around us,
 We make the clouds cry and the angels sigh...