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Lisbon, Portugal — 2 Comments

  1. flying birds – by mt
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    the birds fly through the wars

    since the wars to this poem.

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    the children die in mummy’s arms

    both lay down on this poem.

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    the soldier-child died through the bombs

    his father hurts at this poem.

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    those birds flying in the dark sky

    came softly to this poem.

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    birds. words fly inside my poem.

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    maria toscano.

    coimbra, restaurante ‘jardim da manga’. 7 / agosto / 2011.

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