Darkness of a way

In the evening of a day
which was cold and grey,
I saw the panic in the eyes
while his mother dies.

Tears are falling from the sky,
I heard the joung boy's cry
among the ruins of town
where people laying down.

So much sorrow, so much pain
and broken heart brings war again.


Helga Edelsfeld

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