when
trees breathe me
in a
quiet lamb path
no
wind
no
moon
no
me or what’s left
can
bring me some pieces
of
tomorrow today
so I
stay
I
pray
for
a child of
no
colours
for
a colour of
no
life
for
a life of
no
death
7th
April 2017, Constanta, Romania
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