Winding up through cases of broken stairs
I reach rooftop before dusk
Alone… in the strong gusty wind… bird’s eye view upon existence
I see the world bathing in myriads of hues…
Hallucinations appear… smudged up in bomb-smoke… blasts allover the country
Fragments of dead decaying bones
Fall like leaves in autumn…
Rain falls like tears… assimilating desperate voices
Come forth from all deem corners… irresistible bloodshed and firing
Looks up at sunset… birds return home carrying broken love in their wings…
Night falls like corpse wrapped up in shroud… yet to be unmasked before funerals…
Which is once more… another blood-strained day…
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