I was there
Twisting all that was running smooth,
Wiping clear the timeless celestial charts.
I was watching, unable to move.
I was there when the fire was lit underneath
All the prophets, the misfits, the brave.
I was one of the grievers laying a wreath
On a nameless clandestine grave.
I was there just before the start of the war,
When the silence sounded like cries.
I was still and the frightened expression I wore
Went unnoticed by history’s scribes.
All the sadness, injustice and fear in this world,
All that’s beautiful, honest and fair,
Every trivial gesture and life-changing word:
All inside me because I was there.
Art by Jorge Urbina Gaytan
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Да какой гигант, Саша - так, пишу немного ) Спасибо тебе!
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