Your grace, I’m looking for flowers.
In a cold dead field I’m waiting for sunrise.
One minute before we fall.
One day to cut all down.
Old novel you read when you were a child.
Was still able to dream.
Swallows flew away from abyss, from insane things. They sat on your shoulder and told you
The Steel sky is a mirage.
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