The sky is burning. Stars are falling down.
Your fingers touch the skin of golden flames.
Remember sunlight in the heart of town.
Remember faded and forgotten names.
The air breaks in tiny bleeding pieces
And buries tears in speechless frozen sand.
It looks like death has given killer kisses
To every part of this exhausted land.
Don't be afraid and take my hand, sweet brother!
This war is not immortal, it will die.
We're coming home to see our smiling mother.
We're coming home to laugh and never cry.
Dunkirk
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2020
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