At dawn,
I wait for the golden glow to come out
to try to clean up bad memories
of a dark night.

Gloomy night
Endless nightmare.
Fight between sleeping or waking up
To calm the body and soul.

There is no calm for everyone
Day or night are the same.
Suspense,
terror.

Uncertainty if we will survive another day.
Powerful silhouettes hate
To a whole nation.
Rusty bodies fight to exist.

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