Recollections

Wake up honey…it’s morning
Pack and get dressed
We escaped
Don’t cry, my shirt wet from your tears
We must go before extremist separate us
Before I miss you
It’s cold
I’m sad
You take my arm, you calmed in my bosom
My crazy heart
We hope to save each other
You said: who is fallowing your footprints on pretty wet sea sands
Sing, alack! None of your brethrens can listen to your sweet sound
When you said: Don’t go I wanted to say….