The place we used to dream about
should have been full of little
joyful trifles in the pleasures
of daily routine.
Now who will tell to me why
it has become the abode of lie
having turned in the house of fire
where wolves sing their desperate song
on the ashes of our hopes?
94 – 04 – 14
Sand Castle
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