The multitudes freedom
stealing,
crossing the borders of neighboring countries.
Refugees does not exist
loving the sky,
not the calm before the middle of the room
War storms.
My own war will
it takes place within the
writer's skull.
I feel inside of me
compelling the storm of words,
it bounces inside
law of football.
Small hours raps soul
adhere to the mortar too heavy.
I do not find a way out
insomnia break the deadlock,
it caught me sticks,
and the question is in pain
just too tough.
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