I caught this hour
With no reasons,
With no injunction,
And separated from me
The sky roaming
All around.
I welcome none,
But all arrived
Late night for
Historic memory,
And they all
Planted monument
Of wind.
You fought for it
I know from
The very beginning,
And I opposed not
For all white zones
Are for me, I know.
Saying all
I confined myself
In wet cement
To show another
Structure of rehabilitation
Like purgatorial one.
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