Where have you all gone?
Im standing in the agorà
Alone now
Where's all the cheering joy?
Where have all the kids go?
Where are the flowers?
I just hear silence
All shops are empty
The flowers i gave her
Are burning in the ground
The sky is black
As the sorrow i carry
I'm a man from Gaza
And I saw my city burned.
~W~
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Thoughts of a poet
PoetryHo viaggiato per la mente d'un poeta, esplorando e condensando quelli che sono i pensieri più reconditi e profondi. Questi sono "i pensieri di un' poeta" I've travelled into the mind of a poet, exploring and realising those that are his most profo...
