when this war
begins
do not blame the
leaves of
history books for
they have not neglected
us with their
strong words printed
in the boldest of
all letters
a man is letting go a
caged pigeon
a woman is wearing a
crown of
butterflies
with those fragile fingers
on their bosom
they had been telling us
MAKE LOVE
NOT WAR
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