I have a dream
it starts in the blue skies
above the planet
the air is heavy
with foreboding
and bad omens
but it’s a dream, right?
So I’m an airplane
my only purpose is to fly
and to cry tears
upon this madness
I have this dream
and there
people wake up
alarmed
as if something happened
but it didn’t
and suddenly
they see each other
and just give up
and weep together
I’ve got a dream
and in my dream
the world is quiet
and suddenly
birds start to fly
a little startled
fluttering wings
and they are soaring
into clean
forever empty
serene blue skies
Little Boy
is just someone who’s growing up
to be handsome
and Fat Man
is just someone who won’t live long
‘cause of cholesterol
just a sunny day
on Hiroshima
just a sunny day
on Nagasaki
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[ENG] Things Fade, 2010-2012
Poetryan ugly voiceless duckling, imagining the sky [a poetry collection]